Soldier
Eagle feeding at Kuala Selangor.
Under the evening clouds, eagles and seasonal birds, lured by meat pieces tossed into the water of Malacca Strait, swirled around a boat of curious tourists.
Monotony
This pursuit of valor,
turned out a bore.
A grind and a chore,
I’ve come to abhor.
Alex Jones
Happy Holidays?
I don’t hate the birth of the Son of God. I hate the mopping, the scrubbing of bathroom, the dusting, the hiding of stuff and mess so no guest can see them. I hate the rearrangement of the cave for just that 1 day of a year. I hate sitting through a timelapse of strangers and familiars. I hate cleaning up after them. It’s that time of the year, again, when I feel powerless and unbelong.
GOD hath mercy on this Grinch.
Such a thing as love?
Why did Jesus tell us to love God with all our heart, mind, soul and strength? I think that is simply Mission Impossible. I for one struggle so much to care for my own younger brother, so how could I ever love a perfectly holy GOD? In reality, I am mostly automated by a duty-bound conscience to do the right things. I’ll go out on a limb and simply state that human beings, through the generations, have simply been brought up to care by rote and conditioning. There is really nothing good and noble and altruistic in our plain selves. I am convinced that no one truly loves God. I think that most Christians cling to God for whatever benefits - think healings, providence and Heaven - we can derive from our Creator. The rest of us believers obey God because we really fear ending up in Hell. Alas, what wretched love-less soul that I possess! I think that the LORD Himself will have to fill me with His own love so that I can love Him back the way He wants me to.