and as she walks
Who am I, that the Lord of all the earth
Would care to know my name
Would care to feel my hurt
Who am I, that the bright and morning Star
Would choose to light the way
For my ever wandering heart
Not because of who I am
But because of what You've done
Not because of what I've done
But because of who You are
I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
A vapor in the wind
Still You hear me when I'm calling
Lord, You catch me when I'm falling
And You've told me who I am
I am Yours, I am Yours
Who Am I, that the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love
and watch me rise again
Who Am I, that the voice that calmed the sea
Would call out through the rain
And calm the storm in me
Whom shall I fear
Whom shall I fear
I am Yours
the news
Friday, September 08, 2006
-12:15 PM
Music plays. The world spins into oblivion. There is only the clciking of the keyboard. This is mine and mine alone.
It's all in
perspective.
The world is what you see. What do you see from where you stand? Do you see the millions of people working day after day for the survival of their children, their parents? Do you see the hundreds of unpaid volunteers dragging it out for those who can't move for themselves? Do you see the people struggling to live, to make a mark in this world? Do you see what they see?
Or do you see the dark alleys? The home of stray cats, where drunkards stumble by before robbing or murdering some poor soul? Do you see your parents not giving you enough, not paying enough attention? Do you see the meaningless lives led day after day? Why do they even bother anyway? It's hopeless...
Whose fault is it, how you see the world? Is it the people who raise you? The people who teach you how to see the world? Can they choose for you how you see the world? Can they force their perspectives on you?
Stop blaming other people for your perspective. It's your way of seeing your parents, your brother, your friends, your teachers. Stop blaming them for not fitting into your perspective. Their perspectives are different from yours.
Slap yourself. WAKE UP. You can only choose your own perspective, you can't choose theirs. And it's up to you to make your perspective suit your liking. You
can change it. Just try.
Well.
Now
that's all said and done, I can start properly. In case you haven't noticed, today's topic is
perspective.
I just had to get it off my chest. And whether you want to accept or not, or decide that my perspective is a load of trash, that's your decision.
Anyway. I can't remember much about yesterday. Um. I was... bored, I think. But somehow, I didn't have that kind of useless feeling. I finished my evolution essay and handed it in, and I blogged.
Hm.
I went out last night to the supermarket across the street to get potato chips with my dad. Sometimes my dad overeacts, especially when it comes to discipline, and I can't say I appreciate that. But my dad's a good man through and through, with his flaws. He's a good dad to the end.
So we bought two packs of chips. I convinced him that it was buying only one would be a waste of a trip down.
Ha.
Perspective people, perspective.
Til next time~
