TGIF?

There are dry periods in the life of a blogger (if I may so call myself) while some days, thoughts would just emancipate. It goes without saying that today is the latter.

It has been a pretty exhausting yet happy, nostalgic yet refreshing day. It’s late, I’m sleepy; I shall cut to the chase.

#1

Exhausting day. Waking up at 7am is not my thing but oh well; what’s love without a little sacrifice? It was exhausting and definitely got even more exhausting after Macro III mid-term. And bear in mind that it is now 19hours+ since I last remember what is fondly known as “sleep”. Exhausting day, I say? Definitely.

#2

Happy day. One that I can explain without much pain with the following mathematical equation:

Happy day = A day with ♡.

Spent almost the entire day with Loopy and managed to watch my long awaited “The King’s Speech.” Kinda offset all my exhausting. Happy day, I say? Definitely.

#3

Nostalgic day. The main inspiration for today’s post.  Sending PL home, Dad came into our conversation. I recounted the day he died and left us all broken. I also recounted the fond memories we had together. My dad is the greatest father because greatness is not embodied by actions; rather, greatness is embodied by the character behind the actions. My dad showed me love in his fullest capacity as a human; love has never been anymore real. And for who I am today, I owe it all to him; wish he was here.

#4

Refreshing day. Nothing like a good game of futsal on a chilly night. Need further explanation?

Allow me to digress. We all define love differently. Love is materialistic; love is physical; love is being happy; love is a feeling. But above all these and a myriad of others, I ask, “What is love?” I try but with many failures to love according to 1 Corinthians 13. I fail to be patient ever so often. I fail to be selfless in many occasions. Yet, my imperfection in love only reminds me that I am human; I fail. It doesn’t mean I love any less; it only means I am constantly striving to love in perfection. The intent should be passed off as lesser¹ love while the achievement would be love in all its glory.

Goodnight; if anyone reads, that is.

¹Lesser, in this context, is not a progression of the root word “less”; rather, it is the antithesis of “greater”, not quantified but a relative of each other.

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