The feeling of not knowing how the future will pan out.
Of keeping the faith yet still being nervous and doubtful.
Understanding the truth yet finding it hard to apply.
Of liking where I am but knowing I must move on.
In many ways, it would seem I've not grown up since the heady days of IMU.
Yet decisions wait to be made, a five-year mission remains unfulfilled, and at 23 years and counting, all I can come up with is
Another introspective post without much meaning and more than a little bad prose.
Finally, plans for today (cos even unstructured lives need planning):
Church first thing, then to a heavy lunch at the Red Lion. Home at 2 in time to catch the Wimbledon singles final (I'm behind Nadal all the way), then its mucking about on a paper till its time to try fruit crumble for dinner.
And for some reason the title doesnt seem to want to appear.
1 comment:
hey jon... didn't notice the lack of title til u mentioned it at the end! so wierd... =)
your so-called 'bad prose' (seems fine enough to me) captures quite well, the feeling of transition that everyone human has when it's time to move on from something to something else.
i'm curious about the 5-year mission u mentioned... can tell more about it?
if possible, let's meet up wen u're back on m'sian soil. till then... God bless!
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