Self-made poems. Some people think they’re boring or a little weird. But it’s funny and interesting how my roommate and I found a common hobby when we got to talk one rainy Sunday afternoon. We realized we both enjoyed writing poems and what have you when we were younger. Laughter filled the room as we figured out we both even wrote poems for our crushes! 😀 But that’s history now. 😀 Let me share one poem I made in high school, though:
A room was full with people
Wonderful music filled the hall
A smile was in everyone’s face
‘Twas one of the extraordinary days
Filled with the spirit of happiness
The people did not fail to express
The joy of being together in that occasion
Everyone was happy, and the band played on
But now all the cheers were gone
The party’s over, the occasion’s done
And all that’s left was one man
Who, before, spent time with everyone
Yet, as he plays the keyboard
The burdens of his heart began to unload
As he plays the music he used to play
The tears say all that he longed to say
Deep inside he’s been dying
But nobody knew what he’s longed to say
Behind the happy mask was the real him
Crying of the pain that so long bruised him
After some time he rose
Wiped his tears and set aside his woes
Then, he went out to face the world
Put on his mask an drew strength to hold
—Behind the Mask
As I browsed through my old notes and remembered the years long gone, I realize that a lot of things have passed and changed during those four years I stayed in college. People have come and gone in my life. I learned new things, I forgot some. Definitely I made new discoveries. I grew and became a better person.
Now, I’m entering a new stage in life. They say this is the real world–the world of work. This is where all the practicing and preparing end, and the real stuff come around. They say it’s where ideals rarely exist and feeling real good is something one can hardly afford.
And right now, it feels just that way. It’s so easy to fall into thinking that high standards and great expectations would do me no good. They just seem too high to reach.
But His Word keeps on telling me not to live by what I see or feel, but on what His promises say. He says that everything I go through is according to His plans for me, and no matter what, I am at the center of His will. So if it is my faithful Friend and All-Knowing Mentor who’s telling me to trust Him, I’d gladly do so.
So I’m not gonna lower my standards but keep expecting the best–yes, waiting for the best–as I give my best and become what He has intended me to be. If what’s destined for me is His best, then sure enough, it’s going to be worth the wait.
But those who wait upon God get fresh strength.
They spread their wings and soar like eagles,
They run and don’t get tired,
they walk and don’t lag behind.
Isa 40:31, Msg