Trouble and Its Friends.

" Its okay not to be okay sometimes" - A good friend

We are all fighters only if we want to be. She used to think everyone has a battle to fight everyday, but with trouble pounding on her door lately, she realize that we are not all fighters. Not everyone have battles to fight because a battle is only a battle when you fight. Very often its easier to accept circumstances, to find comfort in our weaknesses and to build walls of safety than to choose otherwise; to choose to find hope in the shambles, to choose to muster what little strength that is left of us, to choose to raise the flag of faith higher and bring down the bricks.


Its a choice, but choices are easier given than made. Like never fading waves, trouble meets with her time and time again, bringing friends along each time the past few months.

If only fighting is as simple as how these words are put together, but time, memories and pain would remind us its not. But like a choice, perhaps we could start finding hope in the simplest words, in the simplest gestures, maybe, just maybe when we start this battle, courage will come. Just enough courage to bring down the walls we build even if it means one brick at a time.

Fight, because there must be something beyond what our eyes can see, something beyond what our little minds can comprehend, that lies ahead, that will be worth fighting for.

Until we see it, taste it, understand it, fight.

Its something she's learning too.

Valley come and tears aren't dry yet and there are things I don't see.

But I'll rejoice despite of hardship; You'll watch over me.

Your grace for me is all I need.

- Gungor

Tryouts

Remember the time when you were much younger in school, and sports day comes around, there’s always the tryouts. Where the fit gets through and the weak keeps trying. A time when butterflies would feel our stomach as we stand behind the lines marked on the ground. With one knee on the ground and the other ready to sprint, we wait for the whistle to blow. At this point, butterflies are multiplying by a hundred inside and our hearts beat fast and by the side of our eye are our opponents.

Ready, set, go.

It is not a question rather an initiation.

Ready? No.

Set? No.

Go.

The year started the same for her. She wasn’t ready, she wasn’t set, but she had to go. We all had to.

There is a difference to being lost and being on an adventure. Difference is when you have a map, some directions and the look on your face.

2011 didn’t wait for her to get ready and to get everything she wanted to get all set for the year. It just blew the whistle. Life is not a race, it will never be, unless you let it. Life has always been an adventure, a great crazy beautiful one to her. In the start of this journey, she wasn’t ready because she haven’t got a map, there was no plan, no exciting routes to look at or destination to look forward to.

This year, in the continuation of her journey last year, she had no map like an incomplete road drawn on a chart with the ends meeting blank spaces. But at the end of that map, she still had a friend. The one person who walked her through the journey before.

Like the track race, sometimes we aren’t ready. Sometimes the sun shines on our faces and we can’t see where we’re running and if we’re on the right track. That’s when you tune in only that familiar voice of your loved ones cheering you on by the sidelines, of the people you trust. And if you can’t see the end of the line, that’s alright, you’ll see it when you get there.

She didn’t have the security of a map in hand when she stepped into 2012, but she had a friend. A friend who made all the roads, who gave direction its meaning. And His voice is the only one she needs to listen when she can’t see. And as far as track races goes, when you’re running, remember the reason that got you running, and hold on to it. Because even if you might not be the first to cross the finish line, if you hold on to that one reason, you’re a champ already.

You never quit on your music. No matter what happens. Cuz anytime something bad happens to you, that's the one place you can escape to and just let it go. I learned it the hard way. And anyway, look at me. Nothing bad's gonna happen. You gotta have a little faith. – Quoted from August Rush

The journey we start could get rougher, it could get prettier, either way, what is that one thing you are not going to give up on through it all? Find that one thing, and if you have it, don’t let it go.

On a lighter note, here’s to a great adventure ahead.