Prayer for Day 4.
Dear Lord, please bring your peace and help me out of this.

Music in the background: David lanz's 'Courage of the Wind'
The wind blows, regardless of complaints, admist grumbles. It just simply blows. But why does it have to be so cold sometimes? Or blow so hard that it brews up a storm?

I grew. It hurt.
I understood, and felt its pain.
I loved, I hated.
I love, I hate.

When an old flames dies, smoke gets in your eyes. I await the clearance of air. I have been waiting. The haze fogs over. Yet I still wait cause I do not have anything else left to do.

Complex inferiorities arise. Am I weak?
I thought I possessed a fine strength of character.
I see the light, and it flickers out.

The old me does not exist anymore. The new me will never be in existence. But the improved me is dying to declare its presence. But I live in the ghost of the old, a ghost I cannot exoricse.

Everyone has a limit, and everyone's stretch differs. Patience and tolerance can only go that far. Driven to the edge, I sealed all entrances. I slammed the door and locked it. But I misplaced its key, perhaps even deliberately. And you picked it up.

Look at the flower.
The blind replied " I cant. But I can listen to the song of the birds with you."

Hear the child's laughter.
The deaf replied " I cant. But I can feel its touch against mine."

Run with me.
The crippled said " I cant. But I'll hold the string of the kite while you run."

Talk to me.
And the mute held out her arms. We had a really long conversation.

We all have the hearts to love. Majority of us have the basic everything that we conveniently overlook. Learn to appreciate the little things. It's only a little thing. But some little things matter most of all.