We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another...

Jem's Thoughts... at Random. With no reference to anyone or anything in particular.

I want a perfect beginning, a clear end, in everything. But through experiences, the hard way, I've learnt that stories of life do not follow a pattern, poetry of life do not rhyme at times, and the music of life usually has imperfect rhythm. Some then start to fear, but I'd rather see it as a tasteless delicious ambiguity.

Most of the time, I analyze and worry too much, sometimes get bogged down random thoughts which fill up determined to sink me, yet it is during moments where I feel unnerving or sad that ironically, it is this discomfort that propells me to seek an answer, and in it is during our down moments where every single little thing can make it and up again. Which enables me to hold on to what is seemingly insignificant, and treasure those tiny moments which embed themselves into my heart.

For everything that is unsolved in my heart, I seek the patience to not find the answers, for they arent ready to be revealed yet, and it is only through experiencing and living that their revelation occurs slowly but surely, and the truth will come to light.