If.I.Was.Rich

10/23/2006 03:38pm
Singapore

If I was rich…I’d buy poverty and I’d sell them to the thieves, I could even give it to them for free…whichever way they want it, but you say thieves are already poor? I’m not talking about the poor thieves…I’m talking about influential thieves, those thieves that dictate the actions of the poorer thieves. The thieves that take away your future, your dreams, those that come to steal, and destroy (yeah sometimes they do kill….they kill hopes). If only I was rich.

If I was rich…I’d pay the debt of the whole world…I’d feed the hungry…clothe the naked and teach them how to find food with their clothes on. I remember the picture of an African child struggling in the desert for food as vultures wait for his last breath. I’d buy the desert for him and turn it into his own playground. If only I was rich.

If I was rich…I’d make good movies…clean music…I’d make sure that no child would be involved in pornography and if there’s money left for me I’d buy pornography and put in the depths of the sea. If only I was rich.

If I was rich…I’d pay drug lords, drug dealers…I’d pay them 100 times of what they are earning just to dispose of every destructive chemical in their hands. I’d pay scientists and doctors to provide a way out for the drug addicts. I’d pay them well. If only I was rich.

If I was rich…I’d pay every parent to stay near their child. I’d pay them 100 times of what they earn at work and give time to their children. If only I was rich.

If I was rich…I’d buy every weapon of mass destruction and dispose of them…I’d pay world leaders to shut up because they can’t do a thing about it. I’d buy the United Nations and create real unity among nations. I’d put a price to every war effort that any world leader would think of. If only I was rich.

But…..

I am not rich…that’s why I wrote this blog. ‘cause if I am really rich. I WOULD NOT CARE… ‘cause I would not know what poverty is…I would not know that drugs are destructive and I would get richer selling weapons. And if you watch a movie with me? I’d make sure there’s blood all over the screen. And I would leave my family behind, who cares? they would be rich also.

Maybe I would be paying people to write my blog. And I have so much money I would not really care what those people write.

Thank God, I’m not rich. Thank God for today.

And I pray. If God would make me rich. It would be worth it.

WORTH IT!

Losing.Life

Losing.Life
Bedok North Ave 3, Singapore
11:59pm 10/21/2006

Oh joy, I left you on solid ground before I fell to the silence of my growing pain. I can’t remember how you looked like as you sneak from behind my dreams. I can’t see clearly as I search from the wholeness of you. If I would have the riches of this world and not have joy, I’d rather trade my breath for one cold smile. I’d rather leave my shadow for the glory of the stars in the sky.

Forgotten, that’s where I would be going, that’s what I would become. To all the souls I passed by, walked with, lived with and loved as my own. From dust I come from, dust I am, dust I become. And as you don’t call dust by name. I become equal with nothing, a prelude to vacancy. The art of the work of my hand which dignified the color of calmness is now a resounding vastness of defeat.

Saved by grace.

This is what matters.

Regardless of being left alone…regardless of being humiliated with my own deeds. Salvation came.

And as you leave, wherever you will be...the promise will always conquer all doubts.

And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
Phil 4:7

Day.One

Just this morning, I was cramming on a marketing presentation minus the basic number of hours required to sleep. With the tender aroma of a half awake consciousness I left my agenda of having a successful slumber party years ago when I have no plan of doing the things that I am over capable of doing now.

Working in the wee hours of the morning, its so good to have a friend to stand up with you when your own adulterated organizational skills are listed some hundreds of steps below the “Ten Effective Steps to Become Effective”. Thanks to somebody else, things are getting done the way it should be.

In a sense, if you may not learn to do a specific skill, and somebody else gave you a hand along the way, you learn even greater things. You learn intangible things much better than digital outputs. You learn to smile, you learn to care more and to give up on truth, you learn to wake up on the right side of the bed, you learn to inspire other people to give out their true smile.

“True smile” whoever has this nowadays is worth envying in exponential proportions. It’s just around the corner of “True joy” and “Peace that passes all understanding”. It’s not so difficult to give yet so distant to achieve. It is life’s purpose meter. It tells you how to go on when things are on the halt. It is something I don't see in the mirror every morning. Radiantly, I saw this in a friend. And thankfully I have a clear marker to where I should be tapping the rods of my “self-achieving” motives.

4.30 pm, somewhere above the earth, besides the clouds, on a plane bound to singapore, I was blessed to have a chat with two strangers who symbolized the simplicity of what I left behind.

With simple dreams and hopes, with nothing else to hold on to, we were seated next to each other, and guess who ended up realizing that it is he who has the best of both worlds but have none to partake?

I’ll give you a clue…

There where three of us…and I was listening…

Well I guess you got it right.