Fai†hfully Preparing my Fields for the Rain

:: Black, white and grey are my favourite colors ::

Why like black, white and grey... they are all boring colors!

Before I answer this...

First, let me tell a story... Let's put myself in a 3rd person view of this story about a little boy who grew to like the color black, white and grey.

Once upon a time, there lived an ugly little skinny boy named, B, he had quite a bad life all the way during his pre-teen up to his teen, in school he used to be bullied not only by his classmates but even his teachers. Slowly, he grew to hate everyone and everything, walking alone, thinking that the world is just a grey and wished that he was dead at times.

One day, someone came to him and became his fren, sacrificing the normal life he had knowing that he too will be condemned if he becomes the friend of the already condemned. He started with a smile, shook hands and introduced himself. Soon they became friends but he too was under the condemn list, despite his efforts in persuading the others to stop. Later realising he was a christian, he told many things that were rather difficult to comprehend at that time but later in life then he understand what had happened...

B's life slowly turned colorful, year by year, in his secondary school life, he started to make friends, the new teachers started to like him, his grades started to become better and better and eventually he got a scholarship. He come to realise how beautiful the world actually is after his 2nd encounter with another pleasant smile of a christian. So as a big brother, he gave advice to his mei on how to go thru life in secondary school as to avoid the bumps he had when he was there...

While going thru into his poly life, he seemed to have gotten quite a good life but something was still missing... he felt a deep sensation of emptiness at times when going to school, when going home, when sleeping alone... He tot he didn't have enough friends and so made even more and his life turned even more colorful, meeting up with different people everyday. So it became a process of more and more.

More also means more, like what the saying of what goes up must come down. There many happy moments as well as sad ones. He started to dislike people once again, as he realise that each individual is different in a way or another... Prefering to walk alone den with many becos he felt that he couldn't handle the different way he had to adopt to the different types of people he met. And everyone he met stirs up a different sets of emotion. Like paint, when too many colors stir together, they form a very dirty color, a color that becomes irreversible. Stiring and stiring to a point he couldn't take it, he can only pour in 1 color to cover everything up... that is black...

Denying everything he ever had, he closed himself up and swore never to open the gates of his heart to anyone ever again. Every other color that came after pass off as nothing but a shadow except for the white smiles that came, but the only color left now was different scales of the color grey...

Had a Vision
on Thursday, December 20, 2007, 9:36 AM