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My name is ANG.ZHILIN.Turning 18 this year.Loving heartofGodchurch and D5.studying in nyjc 0832! |
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I BELIEVE IN MORE... how great life can be with exams. it isn't that terrible if you have plenty of time to study, but it turns out to be a disaster when you know you have no time to study. not because time is short, is because you wasted them away. awww. today is a rainy day. woke up in the morning feeling grouchy. today during math lesson, i was day-dreaming all the way. i was thinking of something more. more than why sinx cosx can explain. be in the world but not part of the world. as i grow up, i get to know different kind of people with different thinkings and mentality. it is kinda cool because i just get to know more about human behaviour. not everything in this world is sweet and lala. we kinda choose the people we hang out with. not choose by getting along or not, but the benefits in it will bring. it is scary, real scary if we make friends because of what benefits they can bring to us. if they dont, they are not worth to be your friends? we hope to find people who can motivate us, we hope to find people who can fill our security, we hope to find people hate the same people as us... at the end of the day, it is all about us.me.myself. come on, life is more than that. didnt the school teach us to be considerate and caring. not to be selfish and share? isnt that what mama said when we were young? ironically, it turns out to be opposite as we grow up. it seems like human instinct to think for ourselves first,putting ourselves above all else. it seems to become a natural thing in our lifestyle. if we live up to 80 years, and spending at least 15 years on basic education, then we work. and work. and work. then we grow old, and we become senile. on the deathbed, i want to think back of something significant i done in my life. for many, maybe there is none. dont say you earn your first million at a young age or you topped your school or nation for major exams. who will really remember your name after decades... is the 80 years wasted? was it meaningful? was your world revolving around you only? it is hard to believe, almost impossible i guess, to see a boy or girl in their teens to be so crazy and committed to church. more than that, lesser teens are so involved in activities in temples and more, so why Chrisitianity? if it was about hype and excitements, maybe 10 years down the road, i wont be seeing the same people anymore. life is more than that. it is not as if i took a picture with God and i can show you or as if i saw Jesus face to face and had dinner with Him. so what make us so sure of God? the first day i accepted Jesus into my life, i didnt see Him right before my eyes. but i know He was there beside me. i dont know much about Him, i just took the step out and wanna believe in God.much of a choice,you decide.i just wanna try,wanna see, wanna know more intially.but truth just set right before me. it was only after i chose to believe, you see changes in your life, in your heart. some things cant be explained in science, i followed my heart and took a step of faith to believe. just one word, believe. believe and you will see. you will never see first then you believe. there is something more in life. more than just about myself. there is always something more in this world, that is not what you see only. what the world has taught us is no longer the initial intention for what human is to be like. the purpose and meaning of life, do you have yours? |