Fact or figures?
Ever wonder if ur life is simple a fact or figure in all of eternity?
Merely a number, or as wat the Matrix and The Island suggested,
we are created for a purpose much less than we imagined?

Ever took a pause, wonder why is everything happening in the way it is?
Why in the same place where there're people with plenty, others with none?
Wonder why you live in this place and not another?
Met someone who would love u unconditionally rather than abuse u emotionally or worst sexually..
I know I'm not the worst being on earth. Neither do I think Saddam Hussien is either.
I don't think I'm even close to be a saint nor am I close to my 'potential' but what is that in the first place?
Religion teaches u abt faith. Abt Trust abt...the greater purpose in life.
Each and every belief begins from somewhere, but where did that come from?

But is it blind faith, child-like faith...or illogical faith?
But faith, at no matter what, is like a fuel to passion, an engine driving an automobile forward.

Quite honestly, even after reading this entry, would your life change? Most likely it'll never come close. Just like any other day, we do what we're suppose to do...believing one day we'll either stumble on destiny or it'll present itself.

But do u know what amazes me at the same time, is so amusing. That we fallen beings that we're, have this capcity; the human spirit strives on simply a ,"possibility"~ a prayer towards a miracles of sorts..

Isn't the reason why everyone of us take a gamble every moment of our lives? You don't need to enter a casino to make a gamble, we do it all the time. OR do we really?

Hope is like an destination we all want to reach. Who chooses to be poor if I promise u that u'll not suffer the consequences of being never in want. If everything was place on a platter, and we can all instantly learn things, understand emotions by simply reading it.

But that isn't the world we live in eh?
It ain't a fact of life.

Let me put it all into perspecitve.
If I continue to live off the rest of my life, doing what I'm doing now, allowing myself to be on an emotionally clench, do I really allow myself to learn the lessons being taught to me? I can tell myself how terrible my life has been, but isn't my life filled with flaws no different from a satistics on earth.

How many sportsmen failed before one world record is broken..?
How many broken hearts cry themselves each night, just as couples share 'romantic' nights with one another..
How many people realize their purpose in life this very day;spare a thought for the people whose dreams are shattered, and they may never get a chance to revive the possibility.
Am I being morbid?
Do I even get a choice between the cause and effects of 'My' life?

I don't control destiny.
Does destiny control me?

I only know that for the past 3 days, 3 people have ministered into my life in their own ways. The 1st young lady, decided to ask me out for coffee just to chat, and surprisingly, she listen patiently, and challenge me to consider abt the life I'm leading now...the 2nd night, a young man, stayed behind and in his own way, shared with me his own journey..and he too challenged me abt living the rest of this life...the last lady, she didn't do anything at all. She just sat there, when I was alone in my pain-frozen state, infact I didn't even notice her presence till much later I guess. But the look on her eyes, ministered to me. Was it pity, was it concern? I couldn't tell. In fact, I didn't even know what to say to her. Should I lie to her and say I'm fine and well? Or allow her to feel helpless like she did.
In fact, I didn't even know if I did the right thing, but I knew one simple thing, at tat moment, juz her presence, was more than wat I could ask for, and was much appreciated.

She was prove to what the 2 other people said previously; no-man is an island on his own. Funny how u've to be in a stage of pain to learn that well.

Does that mean, these people are my saviours for my soul? In fact, far from it, if they were, I'll not be honouring all the others, who have 'supported' me when I'm down emotionally, carried me when I couldn't move, or have placed me in their loving hearts before all these even happen.

Nothing happens without a reason.

No life is without a destinty to be fulfilled.

Nobody said a plan will be realized. Not all plans work successfully.

I can't even prepare for the next day w/o realizing all that I'm writing maybe fruitless, but just maybe...there's a purpose beyond writng all these.

and I'll believe in tat.