Popped by dad's room to use his printer. So while the printer goes on printing the huge amount (at least, it's alot to me) of crap K.I. material, I shall blog a nice little post.

I walk about in school and I observe the actions, reactions and interactions of my school mates around me, and I realise with a start, that everything's all a matter of perspective. There is so much misinterpretation and misrepresentation. So much intolerance. Its amazing once the haze of fatigue disappears, 'cos I see so much more clearly. No longer that tired anymore. No longer that stressed and worked up anymore. Life feels.. so much fresher and happier.

Once friends lose the common activity/interest/experience/bond, they gradually, but exponentially drift apart. Its conflict of interest, you see. Neither can understand the other. There is no sympathy, as the other no longer is part of the "suffering". We all tend to gravitate towards people who are similar, or going through similar situations, as us. Its more comfortable, because there is at least someone who "understands".

Everyone has different thresholds, and our thresholds vary through time, some increase, others decrease. Its all part of the growing process. It is natural to admire those with a higher threshold then us and aspire to be like them. Its called idol worship. It is also natural to have a mixture of contempt and pity for the weaklings. Its called elitism. But there will come a day, when those we worship crash to the ground, and those we hold in contempt and pity supercede us. When that day comes, one will lose both the anchor and directional compass, and full of inner turmoil. One can also be sure that the weak will not hesitate to crush one with the many years of accumulated contempt and pity that one gave. So the wheel of reciprocal fate turns.

Before I help anyone else, I must first make sure I help myself first. Its the first aider mentality. No point helping someone out when the net gain is zero (or worse still, negative). Therefore, here's the plan: I'll fill myself with lots and lots of God's word. What comes out will be the overflow.

Here's a prayer:

Dear God,
I have three very dear friends, Alex, Eugene and Megan. We all face individual trials and struggles. We are not prefect. We slip up sometimes. And just sometimes, the mess seems impossible to solve. We are drowning God, in a pile of obligation (school, family, friends even), but You are our strength when we are weak, You are the one who crushed the walls of Jericho (symbolic of the trials and problems we face). You are the power behind David's sling. You parted the Red Sea. You drowned the enemies in the Red Sea. You walked on water. You so loved us that You came and died on the cross, and rose again. What we face now is nothing compared to all you've done! And by Your faith, our problems disappear. We put our trust in You. All our hope lies in You. At our wits end, You always come through for us. All this I pray, in Your most holy name.

Amen.