Makes me want to sing.

How can i keep from singing Your praise?
How can i ever say enough,
How amazing is Your love?
How can I keep from shouting Your name?
I know I am loved by the King
And it makes my heart want to sing.

:)

- Chris Tomlin

darkened summer skies
such a beautiful irony
of bitter endings
and subtle complexities.

to where does one go?
aimless and hungry for truth
digging deeper still
for one's hopeless glimmer of proof.

Water and Bridges.

There's things I know I should have mentioned sooner
But I didn't know how
I'm sorry I lost you
I never thought that this could come between us
I know its water and bridges now

But what's the sense in carrying around this weight?
These words are tearing me apart

That face, I know exactly what you're thinking
But I'm certain this time is different
And that's why I can't pretend that everything is mended
I know I've tried to for too long now

But what's the sense in carrying around this weight?
These words are tearing us apart

And that's enough for the back to break
That's an awful lot to take
But I've been paying for it since I drove my girl away
And that's the sign of a solemn man
I'll make the best of the best I can
And I'll be better for it if I ever get my chance

Oh save me from the gray life
Oh save me from the gray life
I paid the price with my soul
Oh save me.


- Dashboard Confessional

I live for the weekend..

Now that I've tasted how the corporate world is like, I ask myself, "Is this how i want to live the remainder of my life?". I do like what I am doing. It's just that, I don't feel as "alive" as i should be. I don't want to be trapped in a world where I routinely do things for a paycheck just to pay for the cost of living. I want to be free of the material bonds that we forced upon ourselves and upon future generations. Maybe I'm just getting bored really fast. Hell, I don't know. All i know is, if I want to do something with my life, I better get off my ass and start doing something about it. NOW.

Sometimes I wonder.

We are all capable of great things, to choose what is good and noble. But somehow I see a different face of our race, I see a capacity for insatiable greed and selfishness. Is this the path we're supposed to take? There is a saying (i forgot where i heard it from), that we evolve at the very precipice of doom, we choose to change only when the absolute need arises. But what if the time comes when it's too late to change? No one is to blame but ourselves. We are all accountable. Now I don't mean to sound pessimistic and gloomy. It just really saddens me how some people are willing to trade their morality and better judgment for their own selfish and shallow ends. When will we ever learn that there are greater things in life than amassing material wealth and instant gratification? The billboards and TV commercials everywhere says that change starts now. I surely hope so. As of now, I'd just do my part , no matter how small, to better the world I live in.

Questions. Queries. Inquisitions.

I'm a genuinely curious person. I ask a lot of questions, but mostly in my head. Questions about existence, religion, purpose of being, the grand scheme of things and otherworldly topics that most would consider mind boggling or just plain boring. More often than not, these questions spawn debates... with myself. Odd, but true. It's like somehow i knew all the answers all along, all it took was some rediscovering of what i thought i knew and what i didnt know i knew. Hope that made sense. Maybe it's God who's been that voice inside my head all along. Maybe its His way of answering my deepest curiosities. Well I'd like to think so. If it is Him, I'm grateful for making the answers simple enough for me to comprehend.
I have so much more to ask. Maybe I'll have my chance when i meet You someday. :)

Looking up

The sky seems bluer than ought to be
Maybe it's showing me sympathy
Telling me I'm not the only one
Searching for that visceral redemption

The moon hangs in curiosity
As she's witnessing this travesty
Between these torn and disfigured hearts
While they try to mend the broken parts

The wind echoes my innermost fear
It whispers despondence in my ear
Bound by this restless uncertainty
Reaching out and begging for release