"The sharp knife of a short life

I've had just enough time..."


- "If I Die Young" The Band Perry


I see Beauty in many things. And like the ghosts that only speak to you if you notice them, they tell me wondrous tales. With my camera and my thoughts, I captured these as faithfully as I can to share with you. And by doing so, they gave me the reasons. And though the thousand reasons may not all be sweet and some indeed bitter; they are still reasons to live. Come to think about it, that is Life, isn't it?
Showing posts with label courage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label courage. Show all posts

Wednesday, 12 December 2012

Keeping My Nose Above Water



I've had just enough time to...   keep my nose above water


Taken of the turtle keeping its nose above water in Gunung Lang, Perak, Malaysia


Keeping my nose above water
That is what I do
As my whole body goes under
I fight to stay afloat
With my nose just on top

Pulled down by my weight
The world upon my shoulders
Pushing me under
I struggled to the surface
Push my nose up above
Desperate to survive
Another moment
For...

Maybe a helping hand
A chance upon a random log
Or to make it to dry land on my own
But that seems so far away…
I paddle there




Bobbing up and down
Grasping air with every breath
I just keep going
Keep reminding -
Courage is in the struggle
That spirit is all
Keeping me
From going under…


Monday, 12 December 2011

When The World Is A Lonely Place.




I've had just enough time to...   test my courage.


Taken on the top of Maxwell hill, Perak, Malaysia.



When your world is shrouded in mist
And you could not see further than the nearest tree
When it come closing in
And you could not reach for a helping hand
When you are utterly alone
And the world seems such a dreadful place

You will learn what courage is.




Wednesday, 30 November 2011

The Small Boy And His Boat.




I've had just enough time to...   see the small boy again.


Taken off the coast of Kota Kinabalu, Sabah.



I saw the small boy in his boat struggling with the oar twice his height. He is too short to sit and paddle, so he sat right at the edge. Leaning precariously backward for leverage, he used his entire frame to push the oar against the water. He has not yet mastered the finesse of paddling. His awkward movements rocked the boat as he forced it forward.

There was no one to help him. No one to guide him. It was just him alone and the wide water. I witnessed his struggle. I saw courage. I saw heart. I saw determination. I saw him learning with every stroke.

As I walked away, the image of the small boy in the wide water floated in my head. It reminded me of another small boy a long, long time ago.





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