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when im wasting time, i see time as a gas, leaking through a small hole, escaping into the air, never to be found again. there's no way you can get it back. spend your time wisely, cherish every moment of your life. time passes, people change. im changing. others may or may not see it, but i feel it. i feel like im being moulded by the Master potter, into a beautiful piece of art. and i do hope it turns out beautiful, maybe not on the outside, but on the inside. its not easy going through the process of moulding, the mould may harden and crack, or get too soft and melt away. but the Master is able to fix it and mould it into the shape He wants, you just gotta allow Him to. for all the years of my life, i have never thought so much about life before. life is becoming more precious by the day. clinging to every moment of it, savouring every bit of its goodness. accumulated lack of sleep is no good for the mind, and thus this rather out-of-the-norm entry of mine. sigh.good night. sleep will be good for my mind.
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