Tuesday, March 28, 2006

I don't lock myself up like a vault, with secrets hidden within. It is just that some things cannot be said. Suffice to say that I had to be tight-lipped because they were not my secrets to tell, as others held me in trust. Sometimes I wonder if whether the fact that I can get so affected by the sadness and sorrow of others is a good thing or bad. It makes me a good friend, but tears me apart from within at the same time.

Sensitivity is a part of me, and I've been praised and rebuked for it. I want to understand myself sometimes, and there are time I think I'm close to it. But perhaps there is no one person on earth who truly knows him/herself, and is at peace within. Such is the type of achievement that one takes a lifetime to attain, or perhaps not at all. Kinda miss Melvin now, ever patient guy who knows my strengths and faults, and who understands me better than I do myself.

It is a trite and cliche phrase, but the old adage "one's worst enemy is oneself" is very true. There is no perfect human being; no person is without flaws, but to be able to strive and come close to perfection is a worthy endeavour. Time to stop taking the speck out of my brother's eye, and try to remove the plank from my own first. (Matthew 7: 2 - 4)

Enough of philosophy. Be back to blog about routine stuff in a while. Back to the mundane world of grocery shopping, laundry and tidying up my den.