things change.
The weekends r just too short. just nice enuff to rest n relax but definitely not enuff to catch up on a week’s load of accumulated workload. i’ll haf to clear them this week someday, somehow.
today’s mass that marked vocation sunday really got me thinking about wad i’m to do wif my life. am i really called to b an architect... or is this a choice i impose upon myself? something not in line wif some divine plan.... wad resurfaced where some jobs i had thought of...teaching, n for one moment, the priesthood. ya believe it or not. they highlighted today the alarming rate in which the no. of ordinations have dropped... at this rate, in 5 yrs time the diocese won’t see anymore ordinations or “new blood” in the priesthood. i’m not implying that i want to b a priest but i also cannot say i will or won’t b one for certain. but i am guilty of taking the priests i see in church for granted, thinking that they’ll always b there. its a scary thought. without priests there will b no eucharist, when there’s no mass, there’ll b no parish, there’ll b no church, n when theres no church, who noes wads to become of it? n more importantly, wad happens to my -no-, our faith?
wadever the future lies in store for me, i pray for the courage to face it.
sat was the usual outing wif sean, wif novena as the arbitrary constant. but bicycles at his house not available, so it was one of the rare occasions we decided to walk to east coast. sat at one of the breakwater points overlooking the sea to chat n chill out. n i can tell u, i sure was very relaxing. therapeutic. n best of all, it happened to b a windy day that day, so very shiok shiok. jc life sux big time, but its things like these that keep up going.
this kinda brings back memories of spain. one evening in this city called Granada i took the opp to take a short stroll around the area around the hotel when i chanced upon this path leading to an olive grove. walking into the olive grove i realized that a path led up to a cliff overlooking the city. there was no one around that area coz it was quite quiet. so i sat down at the edge of the slope n wished that the moment wd last forever. the cool breeze blowing in ur face, the olive trees rustling in the wind. above u the stardust trampled night sky, n at ur feet, the city lit by dozens of lights.
beautiful i’d sae.
alvin ong dozed and watched the sawdust trampled night @ 11:54 PM
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