had so many dreams this morning.
from experiencing life with kids in Africa, to racing towards McD and maneuvering many shortcuts, and to witnessing how a man adapts to his short height. don't ask me why. dreams are supposed to be weird. or maybe my fever has caused me to dream in delirium.
and surprisingly I can remember bits and pieces of them until now.
and somehow, it seems like God is speaking to me through them.
I saw how the African kids scrape off dried bits of rice (already turned brown) off baking trays. I compare it to how I waste my own food away. And I realize how fortunate I am. I can never understand how it feels like to not know for certain if I am going to survive starvation to see another day. What can I do to help them? By living a life that is pleasing to you, God? As a way to worship you? To change my lifestyle is it?
I raced with a primary school classmate to get to McD (I've no idea why) and she takes the straight route while I keep taking all these shortcuts that require me to act like an acrobat. No prizes for guessing who won in the end. God, are you telling me that I should just stick to the straight route and stop taking shortcuts?
I saw this last dream in 2-D animation ok. There was this guy who looked like he belonged to a circus. He is a short man who covered his height by wearing long trousers and used this tall thing to hold him up in the air. But his secret was exposed and while dwelling on his setback, he found the solution to help himself get back on track: to accept his own height. He cut away his long trousers and accepted himself for who he is.
God, are you trying to say something?
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