The waves come lapping at first,
young, weak and misleading.
They show not the tempest that brews,
the ferocity of the waves as they come crashing.
The winds whisper through a breeze,
soothing, gentle and sly.
Their voices only an echo of their howls,
with hurricane strength they devastate.
Do not be fooled by the calm, for often, it bellies the potential for a storm.
Prepare for the worst, and hope for the best.
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Monday, August 19, 2013
Blind
University has finally began and the doors to knowledge are wider than before.
Studying what is important and studying what is right may not necessarily be the same thing,
so how then can I assure that I find a balance of both?
We pursue knowledge doggedly, thinking that it is an inanimate object that gets nearer the more we try.
Yet, we see that knowledge does not always come to those to seek it, and sometimes, those who do not seek it as tirelessly, seem to receive it so much faster, with lesser effort.
Knowledge, I feel, is like a dance.
It is elusive, and must be teased to participate.
It can be coaxed only with proper intentions and the correct procedures.
It can, be forced, yet not so beautifully.
It can, come with much hesitation even despite.
What I have learnt about knowledge, is that it does not necessarily come to those who seek it, but those who do not seek it all will never find it. Knowledge is a gift that is presented to the ready, the willing, and the good. As such, we must request for it.
For I am nothing without what You give me.
Studying what is important and studying what is right may not necessarily be the same thing,
so how then can I assure that I find a balance of both?
We pursue knowledge doggedly, thinking that it is an inanimate object that gets nearer the more we try.
Yet, we see that knowledge does not always come to those to seek it, and sometimes, those who do not seek it as tirelessly, seem to receive it so much faster, with lesser effort.
Knowledge, I feel, is like a dance.
It is elusive, and must be teased to participate.
It can be coaxed only with proper intentions and the correct procedures.
It can, be forced, yet not so beautifully.
It can, come with much hesitation even despite.
What I have learnt about knowledge, is that it does not necessarily come to those who seek it, but those who do not seek it all will never find it. Knowledge is a gift that is presented to the ready, the willing, and the good. As such, we must request for it.
Rabbi dzidni Ilma warzuqni Fahma
Oh Allah! Please increase me in Knowledge and grant me Understanding
For I am nothing without what You give me.
Sunday, August 04, 2013
Depth
In an environment one can easily overlook and pass as people just catching up, chatting about empty talk, cigarettes in hand, conversations peppered with laughter and pauses, what a deceiving front that was put up.
Sitting there, listening to them speak, using aliases for people who do not like to be named in conversations, replacing significant titles with insignificant but familiar colloquial terms, it is really amazing how it all happens.
Alas as the stories unfold and the light of understanding starts to come to life, I can't help but feel that there is really so so much more to Life and feel humbled that I am really still a young boy learning to live in the world
To the years of learning I hope to glean, may they come in time, with me ready.
Sitting there, listening to them speak, using aliases for people who do not like to be named in conversations, replacing significant titles with insignificant but familiar colloquial terms, it is really amazing how it all happens.
Alas as the stories unfold and the light of understanding starts to come to life, I can't help but feel that there is really so so much more to Life and feel humbled that I am really still a young boy learning to live in the world
To the years of learning I hope to glean, may they come in time, with me ready.
Thursday, August 01, 2013
Time
History is a recollection of the past, a retelling of the story of people long gone, their achievements, their faults and the consequence of action during a certain era with a certain circumstance. They carry with them lessons for the future, a guide for humanity to take advice and learn from.
Yet, time and time again, History shows that humanity is either incapable or incorrigible to grasp the lessons of the past.
We keep committing the same mistake.
The path has been shown, a path treaded by many civilizations, successful civilizations, only to be abandoned in the pursuit of the temporal world; the wealth, the pride and the carnal desires. They forget that for every action, there is a reaction. For every excess, every transgression, lest there be remembrance and regret, there will be consequence.
Our world today is now indulgent in the excess of every kind! We transgress boundaries of every kind! We are people who have forgotten.
There is no need to mention any specific religion and the dogmas that are prescribed along with them, it is clear to anyone that the world is plunged in wrongful doings.
The world has forgotten but I pray that I do not.
To the people neck-deep in the corrupting luxuries of this world, to the people reaping the bountiful benefits of wrongful doing, to the people whose eyes are blinded by the dazzle of money, pride, power and sex, what does it matter to them? They are living the dream. A dream indeed.
Whenever comes a Reminder of the truth of the nature of things, these people, their eyes bulge in disbelief, their tempers fan ablaze, their mouths foam with accusations and slander.
"If what you speak is true, show us a sign."
But History tell us that their hearts are hard like stone, blind to the truth of the nature of things and thus, will brush it away.
Yet, time and time again, History shows that humanity is either incapable or incorrigible to grasp the lessons of the past.
We keep committing the same mistake.
The path has been shown, a path treaded by many civilizations, successful civilizations, only to be abandoned in the pursuit of the temporal world; the wealth, the pride and the carnal desires. They forget that for every action, there is a reaction. For every excess, every transgression, lest there be remembrance and regret, there will be consequence.
Our world today is now indulgent in the excess of every kind! We transgress boundaries of every kind! We are people who have forgotten.
There is no need to mention any specific religion and the dogmas that are prescribed along with them, it is clear to anyone that the world is plunged in wrongful doings.
The world has forgotten but I pray that I do not.
To the people neck-deep in the corrupting luxuries of this world, to the people reaping the bountiful benefits of wrongful doing, to the people whose eyes are blinded by the dazzle of money, pride, power and sex, what does it matter to them? They are living the dream. A dream indeed.
Whenever comes a Reminder of the truth of the nature of things, these people, their eyes bulge in disbelief, their tempers fan ablaze, their mouths foam with accusations and slander.
"WHO ARE YOU? WHO ARE YOU TO TELL US SUCH AND SUCH!? YOU ARE BUT A MAN, A MORTAL!"
"If what you speak is true, show us a sign."
But History tell us that their hearts are hard like stone, blind to the truth of the nature of things and thus, will brush it away.
Alas, we are but a reminder...
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