Mission Possible

Impossible? No, definitely not. Nothing is impossible...if we try.
I know this sounds so bland and almost cliche, but it really is true that everything depends on us, our work, our motivation, and our determination with just a little bit of help from God.

Until a few months ago, I had never believed in miracles. Yes, we all have different definitions of what we consider miraculous. But, miracle is just making unexpected things able to be expected. That is all. However, miracle does not come to us without any cost. Of course we have to give as much effort as possible in order to give us the right to ask for that 1% possibility.

I believe that as long as we try and do our best, miracle will no longer exist. I believe that it is not just the luck that forms miracle, but it is our work, our attempt that transforms impossible into possible, that finally wins God's heart.

Memory...

Es tan corto el amor, y tan largo el olvido... -Pablo Neruda

It is funny that I came across this quote in Statistics class, and this quote affects everyone on this planet just like math, a universal language. To translate this quote, it says, to love is short, but to forget is long. I feel that the quote serves a great role in connecting everyone to one thing, love, for love is our nature and it is essential in our lives. I love this quote especially because it shows me how stubborn, long-lasting memory is.

I sometimes feel regretful that our ability to remember things and keep track of both good and bad experiences in turn does no good in the healing process. Because we all feel and although we think we forget things easily, memories reside in our unconscious mind, ready to attack us with more desire and longing and sometimes with bitter resentment or pain.

Love, when put into this frame of context, strikes me with its two sharply contrasting qualities - it is bittersweet. After it comes to us with a short, strong touch of pleasure, love eventually leaves us deserted, wounded, and with an everlasting scar that can only be healed by its next visit. And I realize that time is our good old friend, always there to numb us with temporary loss of memory.

Love...should we ever start it?