Devil and Angel... one of my friends used it as her nickname n suddenly i want to write about it. Everyone has their own devil and angel. They have their own good and bad side. It's like Yin-Yang, in the white circle, there is small black circle, and also, in the big black circle, there's small white circle. Nobody are pure black or pure white. Even the saints have their own weaknesses. Nobody's perfect. Even St.Paul, the Apostle, said that he has small thorn in his flesh, n when he asks God to take it away, God said,"In your weaknesses, my Name will be proclaim." Yes, God created us to do a good thing. But, because the sins, we lost His glory in us and unable to do the good things by ourself. So, God gives us His power and wisdom to enable us do the good things and please Him. Still, the decision is in our hand. Like on the Yin-Yang symbol, if we decide to give more food to our white side, we will make our Angelic side become stronger. If we feed more to our blac...
life is not easy... there will be alot of probs... a lot of joy and tears a lot of loving kindness and hatred but we can always choose to love or to hate... to bring peace or war... to be joy or sad to forgive or take revenge it's up to us... which we want to choose...
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features save for the one wall covered with small index-card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I Have Liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening ...
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