May marks the 8th month of the obligatory service. In another 4 months, it not only marks the end of my first year in service, I'm turning 21.
First thing on my mind, Bam! The presents I'd receive, the greetings, presumably the best in 21 years. Then again, there's always the other side of the coin. 21 holds the meaning of 2 times more responsibility than 1 year back. With greater authority comes greater responsibility. Then again, thank God who gave Jesus all the power in heaven and on earth. Cos what he has, I'll have in his name.
Change is mandatory. Everywhere from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet. The movie
Shelter set me thinking about how the power of two beats the woman who goes solo. (Yes, in that movie Zach and Shaun did fall in love and lived happily ever after.) People say two heads are better than one, but I shall learn to enjoy monogamy with me myself.
What's bad and what's good prolly can't strike a balance here, but perhaps someone somewhere will appreciate the tipping of the golden scale.
Alright. I'm feeling sleepy from all that thinking.
Au revoir.
Are You Ga(me)?, 1:06 PM.