Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Sneak peek on me

If I were to describe myself, it would be like looking at a glimpse of rainbow through a small needle. Each and every second I throw a glance into myself, different colored pictures appear. Perhaps there are infinite number of those pictures being put together onto a puzzle, ME. My inability of describing myself does not mean that I am selfless, but words are just not enough to do so. Moreover, who would care to know my own judgment towards myself? In the end, they're the ones who are going to post sticky notes, written various adjectives, on me; and those are the notes leading to assumptions for other people. "The old me" will eventually be replaced with the new sticky notes. Like it or not, I just have to bare it. It's not shocking for me when people say that I have multiple identities because they simply look at me from a different angle and at different time.

If you're wondering why I put "walking the rainbow" as my title, here is why. I can be driven emotionally by circumstances around me pretty easily; so it's like walking the rainbow. I step on different colors every time things around me change. Just like the earth which evolves, and it's affected by what's driving it in the inside and outside (all those scientific stuff; p.s. I am not a "science geek". I am too, affected by my surroundings, all the happenings and revelations. Like the earth, I can change.

I may be ordinary, I may be just "me", but with this wonderful gift from God, I wish I can paint smiles on His face. Through blogs, I'd love to share my colorful stories and memoirs, which I hope will be inspiring for all of you.

1 comment:

  1. Living a colorful life is wonderful.
    Everywhere you go different colors appear.
    It is good to live in the "Truth" because the truth is always more colorful.
    "“When you have a rainbow deep down in your heart, your smile will shine bright. You know you're a part of that colorful, magical, feeling you'll find, when you have a rainbow inside.”

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