Seasons of Change: The Transformation
In two days, i'll be going to The Island. To some it may sound like a dreaded, lonely journey. However to me, it's not such. I'm actually looking forward to this new season of my life. Nothing odd or perculiar. Just looking ahead to this much anticipated time of intensive moulding, and seeing something really good come out of it. I guess this is it. A turning point, a milestone, a personal monument that carries 20 years of my history. 20 years of youth have past, a young lad of potential will now become a steadfast man of greatness for next 50 odd years of his life. Alas...
Growing up is a really delicate and rather painful experience. The time of adolesence is that of a snake shedding its skin. Is it that painful to flake off old skin? Not really. Nonetheless it does get harder as we age along this time of youth. Our skin has already started to take form after the infant stage. It gets harder as we start to form firm ideologies and opinions. This is who i am, Me. I like the way i think, the way i act, talk, dress. I'm going after my dreams. Don't you dare change me. Because this is me.
Achtung...
The day I think I know it all, is the mark of my greatest fall. How can I, a dynamic lifeform, a work in progress, ever see the light of absolution? It is humanly impossible. Human...ly. In my 20 years of living, I've come to conclude that Pride is indeed the deadliest pestilence of them all. A caterpillar would have never known it would be able to fly someday. A seedling could never see itself to become a colossal Oak. There is one such similar story that strikes me harder.
The Eagle, majestic King of Birds. Oh how high it soars. Such a beautiful display of strength and grace. I've always adored the eagle. If I were an animal, an eagle is definitely what I want to be. But what makes the eagle so great? If only the outward matters, the eagle is no better than a "jock" or "himbo". What a disgust! Little did I know, the eagle's greatness is in its transformation. At a point in time, as the eagle matures, it will face it's greatest challenge. Due to its maturity, the eagle has become "worn out". Its beak and claws have become blunt and its feathers no longer able to help it soar the distance. For once in its life, the eagle is no longer a hunter. The time has come. There's only two options the eagle have. One, to await death. Two, to rebirth. Of course dying is the easy way out. To rebirth, the eagle has to go through a tremendously painful process. To become greater, the eagle has to pick out its talons, shed its feathers, and break its beak. Then it waits. In time, a new coat of feathers will form. Its razor sharp talons will grow. And its deadly beak will be restored. The pain was worth it. The eagle is now greater than it ever was. It has finally attained its place as King.
I see a beautiful insight through this analogy. Never ever lift my chin up high that I don't see the cracks in the pavement. Pride is my downfall. Since I can never see further than now, what makes me so sure I know the best? To stay this way is to meet the end of the road. Just like the eagle, I'd be taking option One, death. So I will make the choice of rebirth. The most painful choice, because that means I'm leaving all behind. It means forgetting all that I know. It means surrender. It means being helpless. In my faith, now I tell God, "Break me... I'm now totally vulnerable in Your hands. Make me the man I am called to be."
So now it is my time to go through this crucial transformation. Its really interesting, because together with this comes the fear of disconnection. As a friend puts it, "like a rite of passage". Will I be forgotten, lost, misplaced? All I know is that God is my only form of security in this everchanging society. Only the Creator can ever be the sole constance in this dynamic universe. Like the sun, as the planets revolve around. He stays the same.
To all my friends, Kevin, Tom, Gerald, Ken. Take care ok? I won't really be around for a while, but just know that I love you and care for you. Know...
- Joshua, one authority
Growing up is a really delicate and rather painful experience. The time of adolesence is that of a snake shedding its skin. Is it that painful to flake off old skin? Not really. Nonetheless it does get harder as we age along this time of youth. Our skin has already started to take form after the infant stage. It gets harder as we start to form firm ideologies and opinions. This is who i am, Me. I like the way i think, the way i act, talk, dress. I'm going after my dreams. Don't you dare change me. Because this is me.
Achtung...
The day I think I know it all, is the mark of my greatest fall. How can I, a dynamic lifeform, a work in progress, ever see the light of absolution? It is humanly impossible. Human...ly. In my 20 years of living, I've come to conclude that Pride is indeed the deadliest pestilence of them all. A caterpillar would have never known it would be able to fly someday. A seedling could never see itself to become a colossal Oak. There is one such similar story that strikes me harder.
The Eagle, majestic King of Birds. Oh how high it soars. Such a beautiful display of strength and grace. I've always adored the eagle. If I were an animal, an eagle is definitely what I want to be. But what makes the eagle so great? If only the outward matters, the eagle is no better than a "jock" or "himbo". What a disgust! Little did I know, the eagle's greatness is in its transformation. At a point in time, as the eagle matures, it will face it's greatest challenge. Due to its maturity, the eagle has become "worn out". Its beak and claws have become blunt and its feathers no longer able to help it soar the distance. For once in its life, the eagle is no longer a hunter. The time has come. There's only two options the eagle have. One, to await death. Two, to rebirth. Of course dying is the easy way out. To rebirth, the eagle has to go through a tremendously painful process. To become greater, the eagle has to pick out its talons, shed its feathers, and break its beak. Then it waits. In time, a new coat of feathers will form. Its razor sharp talons will grow. And its deadly beak will be restored. The pain was worth it. The eagle is now greater than it ever was. It has finally attained its place as King.
I see a beautiful insight through this analogy. Never ever lift my chin up high that I don't see the cracks in the pavement. Pride is my downfall. Since I can never see further than now, what makes me so sure I know the best? To stay this way is to meet the end of the road. Just like the eagle, I'd be taking option One, death. So I will make the choice of rebirth. The most painful choice, because that means I'm leaving all behind. It means forgetting all that I know. It means surrender. It means being helpless. In my faith, now I tell God, "Break me... I'm now totally vulnerable in Your hands. Make me the man I am called to be."
So now it is my time to go through this crucial transformation. Its really interesting, because together with this comes the fear of disconnection. As a friend puts it, "like a rite of passage". Will I be forgotten, lost, misplaced? All I know is that God is my only form of security in this everchanging society. Only the Creator can ever be the sole constance in this dynamic universe. Like the sun, as the planets revolve around. He stays the same.
To all my friends, Kevin, Tom, Gerald, Ken. Take care ok? I won't really be around for a while, but just know that I love you and care for you. Know...
- Joshua, one authority
