As a student, I’m still learning to be passionate about something while disagreeing with it
Broken escalators are still stairs
Old will be worth much more than gold in a hundred years. Yep I’m keeping these cassettes.
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Treat it for what it is. A minute real estate on your face with very little resale value for the next few weeks.
Why do we wear clothes?
Yeah. Go ahead and google it. It’s amusing to see how the web manages to give relevant answers to questions like these.
We wear clothes for protection, for decoration and mostly to keep what’s private, private.
When Adam and Eve ate from the forbidden fruit. they lost the glory of God that clothed them and they clothed themselves with leaves.
I sometimes I wish I had clothes for other stuff. Like pimples and scars.
My skin has a thing for pimples. Despite my mother’s incessant instructions not to pop them, I still do it. And because of that I had trouble walking with my head held up high. People sometimes don’t see how much a pimple can affect someone. It was torture for me. My face used to shrink to the size of a small spot. Metaphorically, of course.
Here I was, I had everything going for me. I mean I did struggle a bit during high school with academics (regardless of which I ended up at my dream university) but other than that, I was doing great. The only thing that just depressed me most days was the number of pimples on my face. That’s sad.
You do get better at living with your pimples. It gets easier. But I didn’t want to live with them. If I was not responsible for them and they were going to be a part of my life, I could not afford for them to become even the slightest of my worries.
I learnt, though at a very slow pace, that nobody actually cared about my pimples. At least not as much as I thought they did. I also learnt that sometimes not every part of who you are will give you confidence and that you have to choose what to focus on.
Me being a Christian, realised that it is in God that my value is found after being born again. It is his glory that now clothed me and made me who I was. That realisation helped me a lot.
You, dear reader, have to realise that I am talking about a problem that is nothing compared to the millions of problems that are out there. But it definitely is one. Which is why I thought, I should talk about how hurtful it could be when you stare at somebody’s pimple or even point it out in public. Even when it seems like it’s no big deal.
Before I go, to all my friends with pimples: Really, it’s not a big deal. Don’t worry too much. Treat it for what it is. A minute real estate on your face with very little resale value for the next few weeks. If you really want to make a mountain out of it, call them volcanoes of purity and call yourself pompously pimplified. I hope that was not gross.
Anyway, if you’ve actually read till here, you deserve an award. Please claim my respect by saying a hi in the comments. Joking. You don’t have to do that. I love you all nevertheless.
Have a blast just existing!
This is a small piece of pure spontaneity. There’s no rhyme, no alliteration. It’s just a couple of verses that came out when I was chilling at the balcony, watching the rain. Things like this resonate with me more than the poems with rhymes and refrains. What about you?
It’s raining outside. In phases.
Fast? Slow? It’s a rhythm I can’t tap to.
It smells nice. Like gentle familiar novelty.
Smell with my eyes. I smell colour.
Like colour on a fresh painting.
It’s preaching into the air.
It sounds like love.
If there is silence in between, that’s all I feel.
My arms are feeling the drops that I only see.
I’m under construction, a puzzle.
Oh, Lord, your creation is in awe of itself.
Hope you enjoyed this. Thank you so much for reading and have a blast just existing!
We are all made to function in a unique way that will nourish life in a way that is in sync with the very blueprint of life. This goes beyond all jobs that has been or will be. If needed, we must be ready to create our own job!
This was a reply I made to one of the recent comments on my post, The Right Shoes https://thefourthdimensionoflife.wordpress.com/2019/07/22/the-right-shoes/