Spring

Now, this, is what I call spring. Finally, the sun has decided to come out from hiding. Finally, the clothes dry in a day. Finally life has meaning again.

Through my blinds I look out and see the sun rays falling on the green grass. It has never looked greener. It's pretty when the blue is so blue and the green is so green even for a colour blind person like me. And the fence. Ah, the fence. To have a housemate who, in her bouts of creativity decides to scribble drawings and words on it with coloured chalk. To that I say, "write on!"

Similarly, I choose to believe in a spring spirit. Not in an airy fairy way. But in a 'let's face life' head on way. Things hardly ever work out the way you plan. Life surprises you. But hey, the beauty is in the learning, isn't it?

I don't think I've ever felt so wrong about so many things before. My ideals are so challenged in every way. Sometimes I think of discarding them altogether. But I can't. So I choose instead to face reality, to see the nitty-gritty yucky bits of it and just take it. Suck it up. Face it because above all things I know there is a bigger picture. That God is faithful.

I should be faithful too.