Ok, 3rd entry of my blog..yeah!! Good progress here though the last entry is almost a week ago haha.....

It's been a busy week for me, busy for my work project with lots of meeting, for biblecamp, plus few news that adding spices to my already packed life.

I just realize that once we are growing older, the enthusiams of live seem decreasing along with age increase. The meaning of happiness has grown to a more complex stuff.

The realization came when I was in the gym few days back. As usual, I would pick my fave elliptical machine (similiar to bike) that face a knee depth pool and "sort of garden" with few trees and sitting area.

Typically, there will be few kids playing in the pool with their parents sitting nearby. From their face, you will know how happy they are, some are shouting, wide smile on their face. Basically, they are happy by just playing in that pool of water. It's just so simple to be happy.

Maybe we should learn more from the kids. Try to treasure every moment in life. And just be happy and content of what you have or experience. Happiness should be simple after all :)

Have been feeling down and gloomy for past few days. Lots of thinking and soul searching during this period though I'm not the type of "deep" thinker in my usual days haha

I come across this article when I was browsing Max Lucado website. It's been such a blessing for me.

Count Your Blessings

Ahhh…an hour of contentment. A precious moment of peace. A few minutes of relaxation. Each of us has a setting in which contentment pays a visit.

Early in the morning while the coffee is hot and everyone is asleep.

Late at night as you kiss your six-year-old’s sleepy eyes.

In a boat on a lake when memories of a life well lived are vivid.

In the arms of a spouse.

At Thanksgiving dinner or sitting near the Christmas tree.

An hour of contentment. An hour when deadlines are forgotten and strivings have ceased. An hour when what we have overshadows what we want. An hour when we realize that a lifetime of blood sweating and headhunting can’t give us what the cross gave us in one day—a clean conscience and a new start.

But unfortunately, in our squirrel cages of schedules, contests, and side-glancing, hours like these are about as common as one-legged monkeys. In our world, contentmen is a strange street vendor, roaming, looking for a home, but seldom finding an open door. This old salesman moves slowly form house to house, tapping windows, knocking on doors, offering his wares: an hour of peace, a smile of acceptance, a sigh of relief. But his goods are seldom taken. We are too busy to be content. (Which is crazy, since the reason we kill ourselves today is because we think it will make us content tomorrow.)

“Not now, thank you. I’ve too much to do,” we say. “Too many marks to be made, too many achievements to be achieved, too many dollars to be saved, too many promotions to be earned. And besides, if I’m content, someone might think I’ve lost my ambition.”

So the street vendor named Contentment moves on. When I asked him why so few welcomed him into their homes, his answer left me convicted. “I charge a high price, you know. My fee is steep. I ask people to trade in their schedules, frustrations, and anxieties. I demand that they put a torch to their fourteen-hour days and sleepless nights. You’d think I’d have more buyers.” He scratched his beard, then added pensively, “But people seem strangely proud of their ulcers and headaches.”

Welcome to my blog. Well, I have always declared that I'm not good in writing, or in more specific: I'm not good in expressing myself in words!

Till now, I have no idea what drives me to start my own blog. It may due to a moment of compulsion since I saw many of my friends do write blog. Since I have started this, hope this will not be my first and last entry :)