Just Dance.

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don't think just dance,

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

I guess I choose to ignore the bitterness of rejection and failure whenever they hit me. Brushing them aside will simply accumulate and this grude will grow, subconciously. Perhaps I'm suppressing them.

We all know what we want. But do we know what God whats for us? Is it viable? Tangible? Ahh.. The stigma of dreams. To pursue or not to pursue. That's the million dollars question.

Im thrown off my feet. Not at peace, due to the heaviness in my heart. This statement still haunts me. "Perhaps it's time for you to think about what God wants you to do".

Contentment does not come easy. A brief encounter with a classmate yesterday night filled me with envy.

Why? How?

On a brighter note, I'm blessed with another great friend. =)

Passion Groove Life.