It was a hell of a week. They say, Man always runs from God, Man runs away from everything. Guilty as charged - I have been running away from my fears since my last bad encounter with them. This time, it’s different. This camp, though short, forged new friendships, shared new bonds, and I realized how it was our inner-self and beliefs that controls our emotions, our visible and invisible worlds. And the first step was to consider the cost of missed opportunities. If I were to write a list of “What-ifs”, I wouldn’t be writing this as it is and I cannot be anymore grateful and glad that I’ve decided to come, for He who always have a better plan for us.
Every night when the sun sets, it is always a feeling of refreshing tranquility and an absence of tension and worry. The longer hours of the day had passed, regardless of productivity or lessons in life, the night will always have the walls creep unto you, to protect you while you sleep, hoping that you will always wake up to a better tomorrow. You don’t need a pint of beer, you just need to believe in yourself.
And to take some time off to realize how blessed we are, here in grief for the victims of Norway tragedy.