Who am I really??

I am who I am by the grace of an eternal God, whose grace is not without effect. I am sensitive, sentimental, idealistic and a hopeless sucker for romanticism. Life has not been easy, but whose life is anyway? I was prompted to write many times. Embarked through a few writing projects but never saw any of them through completion. The reason mainly is that I have changed. My thoughts and perceptions of things changed. Thus, it was too hard to keep a blog that is consistent in its message. I like to write. Especially when I feel down & strike out. My life is quite exciting. I have my share of ups and downs, good friends, bad hair days. The usual package of life. Somehow, by writing this now… I realize I have something more to give to the world. By the way, I am a society labeled “physically impaired” a.k.a “disabled”. It doesn’t bother me very much now of what society wants to label me as (who am I kidding…it does bother me very much sometimes.) It bothers me more when my friends and my love ones are the ones that rub it in my face. A disability is only a matter of personal opinion. My disabilities shown me my weaknesses and proclaim God’s strengths. Perfection thus became only a destination that I will never be able to reach without the assistance of a perfect Guide. I have found my Guide, and He has found me. He chose to lead. I chose to follow (a choice that definitely warrants a fierce struggle).

This blog is not meant to religious, for I believe that I don’t have a religion but of a simple faith. I would like to venture into a pilgrimage into my inner self. To ponder upon the questions of the world and learn, in the process, mature. The world is in a state of much moaning and groaning. It is in a stage of labor pain where it is giving birth to something. (To what? Lets find out.) More people have realized their inadequacy and of how actually discontented they are inside. People hunger for more knowledge and are going around through trials and experiences that could fill that void. Are they looking at the correct place? Am I looking at the correct place? The void in each heart is getting more and more real each day, as they will find that none of the (“truths”) they found could fit in. Escapism will then set into their hearts as man hardens towards truth. Living with the aches in the heart will become more as a habit. Thus all skeletons will remain hidden in the closet and all dust swept under the rugs.

In this life, I will not venture to seek for much. If I were to seek, this then is what I seek:

A Heart of Love,
An Attitude of Humility,
A Lifestyle of Integrity.

I have found no faith in the promise of man much less a promise from myself. I found no faith in fame, power or in the materials gain, for it is temporal. I will not find faith in the world, as the gradual perversion of what is seems good is too much I can bear. Thus, I found this to be conclusive. I will be responsible for myself and of how I wish to live this life given to me. The changes have to start from me. Should it matter to me if the world twisted itself into destruction? Yes and No. Yes I can influence the world in a modest way, but no if I have yet influence or decide what should influence me. Life is given for all to experience. To experience love, joy, hope, peace, kindness, goodness, and on the other side of the coin is imprinted with hate, sorrow, despair, violence, selfishness and evil. Love will not exist or be known as love if hate didn’t exist. To experience joy we have to feel sorrow. As each man find and fulfill his personal destiny, he will have to come face to face with himself. His choice of whether to fight himself as his worst enemy or run away from it will decide the development of his soul. Maturity is a process; it is not an end destination. To sum up, I will press on towards what has been taken hold knowing clearly that I have not achieved perfection. I will seek to achieve the above as a maturing standard for my soul.

Pushing forward;

Michael G a.k.a WindyG