It seems quiet here…
From this little shelter of mine I watched the world
I can see the mood swing from one extreme to another….
and I can see and feel it changing again….

This generation of which I can’t deny being a part of.
Is mood driven, today we praise one thing…
Tomorrow we denounce the very same thing, all based on nothing but mood.
A generation driven by mood can be as unpredictable and dangerous as a pet lion.

We are living in a time when sensitivities are at the surface…
mood, mood… mood……..
It can be a dangerous state of mind.
You see, moods are far too often given the authority
To crush reason under the weight of feeling.
And alarmingly, it is precisely a “mood”
That represents this generation thought best.

We are becoming as narrowly ‘practical’ as the irrational
animals. We are simply not interested in the question of truth or falsehood.
We only want to know what’s the current societal mood.
This generation justifies the saying
Truth is stranger than fiction…
Reality is more ironic than fiction…..

I can sense the mood changing again…

Hope you had a nice Easter celebration.
I had a very nice time with my family,
though my mind drifted off into the land of thoughts, as always…

…Who is this man that came back from the dead?
Why does he have such a great influence over the human race;
even after he has left the scene for more than two thousand years?

His name is Jesus Christ.
That name stirs up extreme emotions.
Many devote their lives to the study of his life and claims,
some out of love, others out of hatred for him.
The theologians, the philosophers, the scientists…
all have something to say about him.
He is the most studied presence in the history of mankind.

I’m not talking in a religious sense; for religion I don’t have much regard.
I’m talking about the person “Jesus Christ,â€?
who seems to be more than the ordinary.
Could he be the missing factor that brings meaning and coherence to life,
seeing that he has existed in both the world of the living and the dead?

Hmmm…
I think it would do me well to take personal stock of his life and history.
What to expect?
I don’t know…
But you could come along with me, if you dare.
You see, there are certain hopes in each of our lives that shape our world view, orient our direction, and provide a sense of coherence to confront life’s most plaguing questions. Whenever we come to a place where our hope seems to let us down,
it is either because that hope was not intended to hold such authority, or because the hope, though worthy, was not in sync with our expectations.

In any case reality must be our goal and truth our path, for the lure of expectation and predisposition is profound…

Running, running, running….
I saw them running…..
But why are they running?
Ha! They are running away… running away from themselves.
How could this be? How can you run away from yourself?
You can’t, but you can try, try, try…

The ancients lived by aligning their lives to reality…..
But the generation to which I belong are trying desperately to
align reality to their fantasy…..

This is futile and self destructive
thus we are a running generation, always on the run from ourselves.
What a restless generation are we….
Till we learn to face reality…
face all that we’ve been running from there would be no rest.
For within reality lies our healing…

I don’t feel like writing today…
then why am I writing this?…
Because my rational self is telling me the contrary.
Though my emotional self is telling me not to write,
Hence, I don’t feel like writing…
My rational self is telling me I’ve got to write
in spite of me not feeling like writing.

Emotion is one of the most powerful gifts we humans are
endowed with, but at times it does lead us astray
if not tempered with reasoning.

Though I don’t feel like writing, I’m gonna write anyway…

Emotion, balanced with reason, is a formidable tool for dealing
with life’s ups and downs.

So, how do you feel?…

Oh how I wish I would go to sleep soon…
I’ve been trying to go to sleep for about 2 hours now
Sleep seems to be very elusive tonight…

The present……
That place where past and future meet and slides into each other
Creating what we refer to as the “Presentâ€?.
The present is real and at the same time a mirage.
We are always here in the present, but can never get a hold of it
Because the moment you tried to, it is gone into the past .

We are trapped in the present , while waves of the future and
The storm of the past both clashes and cascade on us in the present….
Seem hopeless hey?
Though there are times when the rules don’t seem to fit the game,
don’t ever lose hope.
Hope keeps your dream alive, and dreams are the wings of the mind with which you can fly, hope is the wind beneath those wings.

No matter what the present says…
Hope sings…
It will be well…

At time life seems so hard and it feels as if the universe is conspiring against you.
You’ve tried all you could; you’ve given your best all to no avail.
You’ve prayed so hard that there is nothing left to say…
At this point patient becomes irrelevant, ’cause you’ve been patient all this while.

Ha… maybe there is something am not seeing…
Oh, how I which the universe would stop and let me out. “I Want Out!”
Maybe just maybe I’m over reacting…
One thing I’m certain of is this: Tough people outlast tough times.
There is a lesson to be learnt in every circumstance.
A determined and persistent person is almost unstoppable.
There is always hope even in the dreariest of conditions.
Though life is hard… God is good continuously…
This I understand…
Tomorrow I shall rise up with my strength renewed.
And will take my place among the stars…
It is well…

The road is winding, narrow and steep
I can’t keep walking with frozen feet…
The pathway is broken and the signs are unclear…
My heart is becoming as cold as ice and it aches with every beat
How long have I to walk in this wilderness
I feel caught in the trap of fate, powerless to do anything…
And this is driving me crazy

My God!! I don’t know the reason why you brought me here…
My mind is flooded with questions… what, why, where, when, how.
In my desperation I am forced to think
Think not just with my mind, but with my heart

Haaa…
Maybe, just maybe its all my point of view
Turning molehills into mountains…
Bearing gifts as if they are burdens
Though they can be burdensome at times…
But their benefits outweigh the pain
This will pass and all will be well…
So move on I must…

Word, word, words…
The words we use when we talk reveal more about us than we may realize.
Your choice of words when you talk about your neighbor tell more about you than your neighbor.

You watch a generation words, and you will find out what they are doing with reality.
Though I’m not a big fan of Psychology, but I must admit, psychologist and lawyers are proficient at playing this word game. Forgetting that life is not a game.

We use word like “Homophobicâ€?, “Political Correctnessâ€?, “Pro-choiceâ€?, “Pro-lifeâ€?… because we are tampering with reality

Hope we realize that reality has a way of biting back were it hurts the most…

It was a beautiful summer night, the sky was ablaze with stars.
She sat by the quiet running stream gazing steadily into the sky.
Hoping to see a running-star go by so she could make her wish.

As this little girl we all do wish for things ether physical or nonphysical.
as we grow older some of our wishes grow with us into dreams, aspirations.
For these dreams we strive and perspire hoping to make reality of them.

The attainment of dreams and the fulfillment of hope are two different things
No wonder some become disillusioned after attaining their dream without achieving their hope.

Tonight she looked up to the sky with a smile of contentment…
She has no wish cause her wish has been met…
Daddy is home!

Today I wish you joy…
I wish you peace
I wish you success in attaining your dream .
Above all I wish you love and contentment which hope brings.
All these I also wish myself

I’m an observer witnessing a very strange phenomenon…
A race that exist in a paradoxical world
They are the most intelligent and the most stupid of all creatures I’ve observed.
They cry for peace, give them peace they convert it to problem.
They affirm an idea in their speech, but denounce that very idea in their action.
They are the weakest and at thesame time the strongest of all creatures
They work hard to build a civilization, and then destroy that very civilization themselves.
Some claim there is no God, but lack the infinite knowledge needed to support such claim.
They are very beautiful at their best but very ugly and repugnant at their worst.
Creatures that are so simple and wonderful but make things so complex for themselves.

This is the human race
To this race I the observer belongs…
Hmm…. what a paradoxical race.