My Speech
Thursday, October 05, 2006
♥ Thursday, October 05, 2006
" Good Evening, you who have found sufficient time to read this, i applaud you for your time and ask only for your heart to listen. If its the first time you're looking at this blog, the mask and the words are the direct opposite this blog was supposed to be. What is this blog supposed to be about? Truth. Innocence. God.
Should you ever have looked through certain other blogs like Hautzeng's or his girlfriend's, you'd be able to remark with a certain wonder how they proclaim such reverance and sincerity. Yet, should you ever need to find where your truth and your sincerity be found, you need not look far- you need only look into your own eyes.
The windows of the soul, are they not? The eyes that look away when the truth becomes so flagrantly exposed, and the eyes that roll when your self righteousness tell you that you have been there, and done that. The emails have become a certain window into people's souls, no? Yes..yes...you see it, and of course marvel and revel in the fact a tiny miracle is building- the miracle of conversion.
What i see, are cries. Cries that have echoed through time, and over time have become void of meaning, and callused. For i have had my cry and my scream, and when i look around, i only see wilderness. Yes, we all lie in the certain hope of possiblity, that things change, and it would only look like it could turn for the better.
Deliver us, God of all deliver us, they cried. What our age has seen, and perhaps no longer wishes to see, is an exodus from the promised land. The land of people, of friends, the land of truth and of trust, the land of God. They speak of mediocrity, and they speak of hurts...but what have been the real wounds? What have been the real lukewarmness? Words.
The same words that were used to express hope and salvation, are now used in tones of regret and apology. The same language spoken about realities and truth, have now become sheer flamboyance of achievements and knowledge. You need the blatant, painful truth? Words have become the masks for the masquerade we attend. And that masquerade sadly is what we call, community. Ideals? Yes, as it is only perceived. Words have power, as much as only a child's cry can be understood by a parent. The only language, where we acknowledge having together, if its the only thing we have together, is a remarkable sigh. Haiz.
We ask ourselves, is it really indifference that sparked off such resentment? No, it was words. It was what you and they said, that made us realise the existent indifference. Money, ambition, fun have taken the place of what God used to be over our conversations. While many used to talk, the banality of such talks mitigated the power of their words. So, we begin doubting the power of words. Words like 'friendship' and 'faith', words like 'community' and 'ideals' are sadly no longer remembered and at perhaps certain times, been the brunt of jokes as being oxymoronic.
Is this over? Is this our finale? Or is this as they say, the dying for new life to happen? There's a last chance, and a final trump card we can play. In fact, it is the only one we should have been playing. Love.
If we can love with an honesty and sincerity, we might have a chance.
If we ourselves seek, with a genuine heart, a means to inspire and live, we could make it.
If we can humble ourselves, and walk a faith, and preach a truth, and most importantly, do it together, we can probably work it out.
Conviction, it seems, has little tolerance for those who cant stand truth.
Is today going to be the day you say 'Carpe Diem'? (seize the day!)
Is this moment the chance you're going to live as life is granted, and to its fullest?
Will your life begin and end by inspirations? Or BEING inspirations?
The movie 'Million Dollar Baby' directed by Clint Eastwood, as a seemingly parallel from Stallone's "Rocky", sums up life in one sentence mentioned by Morgan Freeman's character, ' most people die, saying i did not get my shot. You gave Maggie hers.' Its our shot, and whether we have seized it and become the fullest expressions of God's glory...life to its abundance, they call it.
Shakespeare said, 'to be or not to be-that is the question' Are our lives going to be just a summation of events, or more? Marianne Williamson said,' while we conquer our fears, we unconsciouly allow others to conquer theirs'
There is a colour and a light we bring to our world. Whether it be mere grey, or an explosive mix of red blue green and yellow, lies within our grasp. Most importantly, whilst our lights extinguish, and night befalls us, we ask ourselves, how many more lights, have we helped lit?
I have expressed both hope and cynicism. In that sense, i have expressed neither. What i have really expressed, in the confusion that robs us of our ability to believe. To begin, is really to choose. You have your emails, on one hand. You have me and the little tinge of truth that i speak of, that you cant help but notice, on another. What is it going to be? There are 2 lines on such a spectrum,and as Einstein pointed out, ' see the world as if nothing's a miracle, or as if everything is.' The problem, simply, is choice. " -Marcus
