On finding yourself... and someone else

Find Yourself
by Brad Paisley

(from the Cars Original Soundtrack)


When you find yourself
In some far-off place
And it causes you
To re-think some things
You start to sense
That slowly you're becoming someone else
And then you find yourself

And when you make new friends
In a brand new town
And you start to think
About settlin' down
The things that would've been lost on you
Are now clear as a bell
And you find yourself
Yeah, that's when you find yourself

There you go through life
So sure of where you're headin'
And you wind up lost
And it's the best thing that could'a happened
'Cause sometimes when you lose your way
It's really just as well
Because you find yourself
Yeah, that's when you find yourself

When you meet the one
That you've been waitin' for
And she's everything
That you want and more
You look at her, and you finally start
To live for someone else
And then you find yourself
Yeah, that's when you find yourself

We go through life
So sure of where we're headin'
And then we wind up lost
And it's the best thing that could'a happened
'Cause sometimes when you lose your way
It's really just as well
Because you find yourself
Yeah, that's when you find yourself


It's been a year of losing and finding myself over and over again, in so many different ways. I'm still grappling with what I found on Friday, 18 August 2006... or rather, what found me.

* * * * *

She and he are worlds apart.

She uses an automatic camera;
He uses a manual.

She likes dressing casual;
He likes formal wear.

She drives;
He doesn't.

She's more of an extrovert;
He's more of an introvert.

She feels more;
He thinks more.

She doesn't like jazz;
He can't get enough jazz.

She plays by ear;
He plays by sight.

She reads inspirational fiction/biography;
He prefers philosophy/theology and poetry.

She uses Xanga;
He uses Blogger.

Her back usually faces the audience;
His front is usually seen.

She likes the air-conditioner;
He lives like Malaysia is the North Pole.

She lives along a busy street;
He lives in an idyllic cul-de-sac.

* * * * *

Soo Tian said, "Even if this story must end, one day you can take the book off the shelf. And I don't think you'll regret what you've written at all."

* * * * *

Father, hold our hands even as we uphold each other. Guide us that we may not fear what lies ahead.

Lead us to a place
Guide us with your grace
Give us faith so we'll be safe

* * * * *

Three o'clock in the afternoon. Such a storm as had not been seen in many a day. With droplets hurled like a curtain onto skin chilled by the wind, with thunder roaring overhead and lightning flooding the skies, with water overflowing from the drains...

If only the rain lasted longer; if only time could stand a little stiller.


Our two worlds came crashing together, with the crash of lightning and thunder reverberating overhead.