"I'm not a born actress, as such, I care about expressing feelings." -Audrey Hepburn

Many times I care too much about feelings and feelings make up my whole world for me. It makes me wonder whether the world I'm living in is the real one. Cause I feel surreal in my own delusion more than anywhere else.

I want to play a grand piano on some gorgeous stage with a million audience.
I want to learn as many instruments as possible; saxophone will be next.
I want to dive in a swimming pool-sized of chocolate fondue.
I want a field flooded with orange daisies.
I want to teleport to Berklee!
I want a library of books with classics, and very very very extremely good books & novels.
I want to own a home movie theatre with my very own ice cream fridge.
I want to direct my own gore movie and write my own gore novel. (this is thrilling.)
I want to get married to some rich guy and be a tai tai. HAH.

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It was just like any Saturdays, tired and consuming. Nothing much to expect there.
It's just another responsibility which is part of my life; to be actively involved in church; to be serving Him & His people.
Every week, cell group will return to that empty basement, with hearts unprepared; with minds distracted. It's a routine to be done. It's lifeless and egotistical. God saw it, God felt it. He caught me detached. He caught me thinking of something else. He caught me half-hearted.
He knew, but He kept silent.
That day, when I was forced to focus on Him out of the routine, when I have reached the verge of walls, He appeared vivid. He appeared real.
His anointing and presence was forbiddingly intense. Time was formless. Voices raised into the heavens. Hearts craved for that soak of His love. It was undeniable. Nothing can resist that sweetness of the Spirit. That vacuity in the basement was swept away by His beauty.
Unworthy I was, yet He chose to embrace me with tender love. That very moment was enough. He is enough for me to overcome storms and fears. He is enough to add vibrancy in my life. All else fades along with that soft strumming strings of the guitar. Grades and achievements fades away in silence. Yes, nothing else matters.
I know I've let Him down. I know that incomprehensive yet overpowering love He has showered me with. How can I have let the world's success dictate the life I want? How can I ever let go of Him upon gazing at His beauty & power? And why should I?
I know I've failed as a child of His, or am I even worthy enough to be His child? Disgusted I was to see the shames of my life being paid by His blood. And I know there is nothing I can offer Him. Thus, I wanna honor Him & bring Him praise even if it cost me my soul.

There's so many times I've let you down
So many times I've played around
I tell you now, they don't mean a thing
Every place I go, I'll think of you
Every song I sing, I'll sing for you
When I come back, I'll bring your wedding ring ****************