Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Walking in the Rain
I walked in the rain today. It was cold, yet cleansing. My shirt was thoroughly wet and I was drenched. My hair was in a mess. But my mind was becoming clear. The cold was not frightening. The stings from the winds are weak compared to the passion in my heart.
Every step we take, every breath we take, we lumbered closer to our death. What then is the most important?
How should we live? How should we die? Create legends of our very own. I welcome the rain.
Every step we take, every breath we take, we lumbered closer to our death. What then is the most important?
How should we live? How should we die? Create legends of our very own. I welcome the rain.
# posted by Raymond Chng @ 8:29 PM 
