Solitude

Had the bestest best street soccer game today in ages. YEAHHH. scored a personal best ( in recent times ) 7 goals today. The goals were nice too, almost every kind you can think of, except maybe a bicycle kick haha. One long shot, a long range backheel, and a hard 1st time volley from the side. =), cant wait to play with the class. Leeds United lost their league 1 playoff to Doncastle, 1-0. 1 more season in league 1, wth. :( Ok last self imposed day of freedom has passed.

A beautiful essay by a friend of my friend

Healing Silence -Bloom

After the concert, I gave her a flower and told her she danced beautifully that night. She peered at me from under her eyelashes, large eyes surveying me as if verifying the truth of my words, then her lips parted to give a shy, sweet smile, pride emanating. How different she was now from when she was on stage. She was surefooted and confident where the stage, only the stage was her world.

Now, she rather reminded me of the sunflower she was holding in her hands. Like a flower before bloom, silent in the wind, swaying while the world beckoned it, she was afraid to bloom, to expose herself to this world she was so unsure of. Like how a flower needed to be pretty and fragrant to attract the butterflies and bees, she wished to be beautiful and to be liked by all. She wanted to impress and yet she wanted to fit in and be accepted by those around her. She needed to know, to be certain that she was good before she bloomed. Otherwise, she was silent.

The sun nudged the flower, the rain caressed it, and the caretaker tended to it meticulously before the bud started to open. What she needed was for somewhere to whisper to her that the world was safe and that she would be accepted. To her, words of affirmation and encouragement were soothing as cream, slowly assuaging her self-doubt.

Just like how the sunflower in her hands opened towards the sun, her beam at my compliment showed her belief in my words and she knew I was going to show her no contempt. Trusting, she bloomed beautifully as the smile lit up her face.

“Thank you,” she said, wanting to stay silent no longer.

- Eileen Tay Kai Ying

If only it was so..
Missed

Most other passions have their periods of fatigue and rest, their suffering and their cure; but obstinacy has no resource, and the first wound is mortal - Thomas Paine