A resilient mind

It doesn't matter how fast you can sprint 100m when life demands you a 400m race.

Purposeful living?

If you don't have a purpose, then sacrifices don't make sense.

What does it take to awaken our souls in slumber?

What does it take to ignite a passion long lost?

Purpose.

Life is NOT a rehearsal; it is showtime now.

And I utterly "*******" (using the word 'dislike' would be an understatement) and am at a totally unappreciative mood for political fun from any grown-up. The lack of a Godly perspective can only imply a dormant soul. Yucks, I feel like puking.

Because the greatest gift given to mankind is freewill, so I will choose and make right choices.

I will cling on and fixate my vision on the Purpose.

What's your next move?

What's your next move in life?

Is it based on the circumstances that people place you in? Only to have you finally caving in and having a lifetime of regrets?

Is it based on the approval of man so as just to live in peace and still look back with horror regrets?

Or do you attempt to step out and find your own voice? Making it known (not necessarily to others, but at least to yourself) and many years down the road, you will smile and thank yourself for holding onto what you believe. You will get to embrace life as it is.

Why move on in this lifetime and simply follow the pressure of the crowd. Finding yourself admist a happening crowd that leads you nowhere.

Over the last couple of years, I have grown up in an environment where my errors were pretty much scruntinized and often accompanied by a decent scolding. That has shaped me to 'take in' words real well. That has also taught me that I need to grow up. That experience, alone, showed me how minute a perspective I used to have.

In retrospect, it was good. I see many in the same field and some are moving on well. Some are still subjecting themselves to the crowd.

I mean, you do need to find yourself.

The annual trip to Chinatown, during this festive season, has been so fruitful this year. A light stroll through the busy streets was one that placed a smile on me as I ventured into a small tentage. Humid weather, but cool in their temperament. It was a pleasant surprise. I found a common gathering place for the aged in that area. Easily we find individuals 2-3 times my age.

They were making their moves in the chess set. So full of experiences and knowledge in this game that they have 7-8moves pre-set. It was an eye-opener for me. One of them said "ai giah ah?"="Do you want to join us?" Nah... not a time to embarrass myself through a game and have them observe my nooby gameplay.

They have taken many steps, I wonder how many

My next move, one that leads me closer to my dream.

What's yours?

Coach Elgin?

How do I know that the students received it well?

"I want to grow to be just like the Coaches, to inspire other people as well..."

I didn't do much, all I did was talk. Neither did I say alot, I merely said what I felt is needed. Best of all, it's not me. I couldn't have done it alone. I'm just another being who is an instrument used by a Higher Order.

I begin to ponder:

Words spoken, can have great effects.

Words are formed into sentences in a matter of moments.

It is in these moments that our lives are changed. Some for the better, some simply never the same again.

Unless spoken and shared from the heart, it's not going to inspire.

"I don't think these 3 days of sessions have been time wasted, I have greatly benefitted from it..."

That's how I know.

As an educator, these lives are somehow in our hands. We cross their paths, like it or not, the prints you leave cannot be erased. Neither can you attempt to salvage the poorly left behind prints. You can only give your best during the hours you have. It is in those hours, that either lives are changed or they walk away the same, if not worsed because they see no hope, sense no hope, catch no hope.

3 days, physically tiring, mentally refreshing, intrinsically rewarding and spiritually trying. And it has been GREAT! :)