Love..

1 corinthians 13:4

"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonour others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails."

Yet it seems, in this world, most 'love' does fail.

Friendships turned into hate,

Relationships gone sour,

Marriage turned into divorce.

The world is full of shit.

But find God, and you'll find true love.

Truly unconditional and overflowing love.

The love in this world is always conditional.

I love you, but i wish you'd love me back.

I love you, but i wish you'd do more for me.

I love you, but i wish you'd stop arguing with me.

I love you, but can you kick that idiotic habit of yours.

God doesn't care what you do, who you are, why He should love you in the first place.

God chooses to be blind in love.

Why should He, a pure and infinite God, love a puny, sinful, dirty race?

Yet love us, He does. No matter what we do, He will love us.

and its not as if we should obey His commands because He is who He is. We should naturally want to serve Him and please Him, because of the mere fact that His love for us exceeds all else.

We can choose to be complacent christians - because God will love us all the same, but knowing this, WILL we still want to do nothing in return?

ugh. i find it so hard to think up a topic thats different from all the rest, so i shall dedicate this entry to the difficulty of  getting original ideas nowadays.

It seems like every out-of-the-box idea has already been thought of. At least, it does to me. 

I wonder if people in the earlier century felt this way. Yet there've been so many new inventions since then. Maybe our brains are so limited to only the possibilities of things that are already around us, and we find it hard to think of something different. Something seemingly impossible.

Reading the article on Indonesia's ferry accident made me think.

Life really is fragile, no matter how you look at it.

A stroke, a fire, a tsunami, or, in this case, a sinking ferry.

Death comes in unexpected ways.

I imagine, being on that ferry. Amongst so many other countrymen, all waiting for the vessel to bring us to our destination. Losing my life would be the last thing on my mind.

Disasters can hit us anytime, anywhere. Take the 2004 Indian Ocean tsunami for instance. Wives of fishermen and their children awaited their arrival at the beaches, while tourists looked out their hotel windows, enjoying the view. But within a few minutes, everything within reach of the huge waves became a mess of destroyed buildings and screaming people.

Maybe, from this, people should learn to treasure their lives more. Live their days more meaningfully. But the idea never does actually sink into one's head. Without a firsthand account of an actual disaster or near-death experience, who would truly realize how precious life is, or how easily lost it can be? Even sitting here in front of the computer screen and typing all this out, I know I have never fully appreciated this life given to me.

I guess what makes people brush off the thought of dying, possibly in the next second, is our never ending string of things to do. There is always somewhere to go, meetings to attend, studying to do, that we never stop to think of whats important.

okay i decided to stop here cuz I think this topic of treasuring life is SO CLICHE. =_=

ah well.. gotta start thinking more of what to write now. sigh.