Passion

The singers who blind auditioned in The Voice Season 5 are truly passionate. Most of them have their own story that pushes them to pursue their dreams. They sing with feelings, with their heart, to convince the judge that they are real. That they want this teir whole life. More often than not, the judge can hear the sincerity and turn their chairs around. I always love people who are so passionate about what they do. Passion is not something we can teach. Its either there or not. Sometime it comes with time. You can do the same thing everyday, until it becomes a habit, without being passionate about it. One day, BAMM! You stop doing it, and you are dying to do it one more time. That is when it hits you. You ARE doing the thing you love. You want to do it. It is not a chore, work or job. It actially is your passion.

It id not easy to know what it is that we truly wants and enjoy. As for me, I always love running. I trained so hard, 5 days per week, and a race almost every weekend. I think I excelled. I rise to top 10 most of the time. And finally I get into no 2 spots a few times. Never a champion though, in Malaysia running scene. But podiums are good enough. In 2011 I clocked my PBs. Personal best. Sorry, running terms. And what happens next? After I am on a winning streak, I feel te pressure to maintain. Before, I run for my love of running. Now i have to run to win. I tell you, it is not fun. And people kind  of expect you to win. and if I dont, I feel like letting people down. Now my passion is a full time job. I have to follow certain schedule. I hate it. Before this, I cant wait for evwry hard running session, i am madly deeply in love with running. It is all I do, all I think about. Sadly, I fell out of love. It is not a passion anymore. I just do it to maintain my weight. How is it possible? I used to live,, sleep, breathe running!

I envy people who are passionate about something, and stays that way. I have too much distraction, that I dont have tome to run anymore. I started to work in August 2012, and simultaneously start my own business around June 2013. It took me a whole bunch of my time and focus. I dont run anymore. I love running. Now I feel sad writing about this. I should just lace up and run. Yes that is what Im gonna do. Take charge. Just do it!

Please let the birds fly

Please don't put little birds in a cage. And tie their tiny little feet so they cant fly. Please dont keep it alone in the cage. Eating the same thing every day. If you remember to feed it everyday. Imagine yourself in the bird's shoe. Some master locked you in a room with windows, so that you can envy all the free human outside, going enywhere and everywhere. Without a rope tied to their feet. They can eat all kinds of food, not like you. Your master only give you the same old dry bland looking food. What do you feel not having any friend inside the room, with NO activity whatsoever. Every seconds, silently (or loudly) praying that your master will let you out, to live your life freely, enjoy the wonderful world.

To anyone who kept birds in cage, I beg you. Please let them free. Why locked them? Why torture them? Pleaseeeeew let them go. Let them fly. They'll thank you and pray for the best for you.

Delayed decision

In life, we are forced to make all sorts of decision. Big or small. Important or petty. Life altering or not. But all decisions are equal, we have to make one. I fret making decision, for fear of making the wrong one. I was known to NOT make a decision, so that I don't have to face the consequences. I let everything happens for me, without me deciding it. Either i let somebody else choose for me, or I just ignore it until I only have one choice. Crazy? Yes. But I do this on a daily basis.

All the outcomes, I just accept it as it is. I regard them as choosen by the Almighty. I dont know if I should do this. Leaving everything to fate. I always believes that whatever I do, it's already being chosen for me. Becoming an adult (sort of) I learn to make my own decision and face the consequences. Just choose. Just do it. It is hard for me to make any kind of decision, causing me to hate OPTIONS! Why cant there be just one type of shoes? Just one category? Just one shades of lipstick? It is ridiculous to hate options. Sigh. Bye.