My Name Is Hope

Hope is a thing with feathers, that perches in the soul.

Thought I've learned
[info]lifeoflemski
Bernard asked me one question I've been wanting not to answer these couple of days, "Why weren't you updating your blog?"

It's not because I don't have anything to talk about. My mind is a constant talker; it talks ceaselessly even when I sleep. There were quite a few exciting and definitely good experiences these past few weeks. There were some bad ones too, but not some things that could hurt or affect me.

But I'm tired about something, and I'm giving myself in to the weariness. It just occured to me while walking along that short distance from our office to Anita's bakeshop last Friday that 2006 hasn't been, generally, a good year for me. I know it seems so ungrateful considering that God has also blessed me with so much. But I'm exhausted, and I want to rest and think and evaluate again and challenge myself to do all those plans I've made, as long as God wills them to happen. I have been a slacker, I've been such a pain, I've let go of quite a few precious people, and I know I haven't loved and given all.

I believe that I will always be a work-in-progress. We all are, I guess. But it's never an excuse to just sit back and let the world pass by in front of you. But I will for the meantime, till I can get that pace I want, the commitment to move further, and make myself the kind of person I've always longed to be: who loves and gives and strives to continuously be a better person every single day.

I wanna live life to the fullest.

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