All flesh is as grass, and the glory of man like the flower of the grass. The grass withers, and its flower falls away...
Indeed, flesh is merely as grass.. and all our glories.. all our achievements.. all our attainments and honours and awards.. is merely as the flower of the grass.. on a parched land where no grass grows.. there cannot be flowers.. without life.. there cannot be humanly glories.. and yet human life itself is as the grass.. so weak.. so fragile..
my 17 year old friend just passed away. I made plans last night to visit him this morning, but before i could step out of my house, i got the sms that said he has left. it's so scary, so terrifying.. to know that life is so fragile.. just like mine is..
it really makes me rethink the priorities in my life.. why e heck am i still studying so hard? or doing so many things? at the end of the day, do these things even count? for all i know, my grass could wither tomorrow.. or even tonight..
last night was one heckuva nite.. everything came at me after 1030 when i reached home and turned on my MSN..the river flowed.. and at one point it was so scary it almost overwhelmed me.. yearh.. i realised that as much as i want to stay in the library to do my work and stuff.. but at the same time, just how do you reject those hands that reach out to you and grab your arm in desperation?
I can't...
1 Peter 1:24-25
my 17 year old friend just passed away. I made plans last night to visit him this morning, but before i could step out of my house, i got the sms that said he has left. it's so scary, so terrifying.. to know that life is so fragile.. just like mine is..
it really makes me rethink the priorities in my life.. why e heck am i still studying so hard? or doing so many things? at the end of the day, do these things even count? for all i know, my grass could wither tomorrow.. or even tonight..
last night was one heckuva nite.. everything came at me after 1030 when i reached home and turned on my MSN..the river flowed.. and at one point it was so scary it almost overwhelmed me.. yearh.. i realised that as much as i want to stay in the library to do my work and stuff.. but at the same time, just how do you reject those hands that reach out to you and grab your arm in desperation?
I can't...
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