yesterday, something inspired me to write a blog entry but i procrastinated and now, i feel in the mood to really write. That inspiring something was nothing extremely significant. It was just a common moth that rested on my windshield. It stuck to the windshield even as i was reversing out of the school carpark lot and zipping towards the school gates making a sharp left and crossing two lanes to do a u-turn at the traffic light. despite the speed and turns, the sweet brown moth somehow glued its spindly legs to the windshield and i don't know whether it was just too terrified to fly away or perhaps, it was surprised that it had discovered its long hidden power of supersonic speed and now it was just thrilled at the thought of flying at the speed of light.

it was a good thing it flew away when i stopped at the traffic light to make my u-turn. i was very distracted/fascinated by it and would most probably be staring at it and not focusing on the road. but, i wished it stayed as well. i whipped out my handphone hoping to take a pic of it on my windshield as i waited for the light to turn green but then, it flew away.

i guess that's how most people feel when they experience something out of the ordinary; something uplifting and though it may not effect any monumental changes, it settles your heart and some harrying and frenzied part of your urban soul. the synapses in the brain that have been rapidly firing all day, triggered by the rapid but oh so predictable monday working grind, are suddenly dancing to a different tune. it feels like a day where right brains will rule and the sun will shine once more.

so what if others may just construe this to be some random act of chaos that has no meaning in it or whatever significance it has is sooner or later swept away with time? i don't really care. if this whole world we are living in is just a dream and the lives we have are just meaningless, why bother with a single and dull interpretation of that? why not live as if everyday had a meaning and everyday God is at work, His ways for all to see? why not read an eternal story in the shades of the clouds or even in the creeping vines and weeds at the fringes of the soccer field diligently mowed by government paid grass cutters?

ya it was a good day to be optimistic. and thinking about things in this manner gives me a hope that i never thought was possible when i was much younger...