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Thursday, December 24, 2009

De one with Phoenix

Metaphorically resurrection

Someone ever asked what's a spirit. Almost instinctively, "life" surfaces to mind... the "after-life" for the timid. Others relate it to a form of "motivational force". Webster provides 10 academic definitions, these encompass the earlier mentioned as well as others. For example, "dispositions of specified nature", "alcoholic solution" (which doesn't draw much relation to the content of this blog entry), "enthusiastic loyalty".



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Honestly, I don't have a brilliant answer. If I had, I supposed even the Pope would come visit me. *palms up* No offense. Just kid-talking. Nevertheless, if asked for a personal opinion, the closest metaphor which comes to my mind would be the Phoenix. This mythical creature burns itself at the end of its life of five-ten folds centuries, and gets reborn again. It's resurrection or the recurrence of life after death. It's... perpetual! Likewise how I feel about Spirit - its indefinite in nature regardless of context-in-use.

We experienced failures and loss somewhere along the path of life. Some generalise these as rough patches. Nevertheless, it causes use distress and/or disappointment. But I guess having the spirit in use inclines us towards optimistic perspectives, for some it provides us the strength to achieve our desired goals.

I failed my IPPT attempt again. Consequences are my remedial trainings' gonna be upped by one more per week. I wouldn't deny its gonna be a waste of time. Despite everybody's encouragement, I feel alittle pinched with disappointment. Well, as much as I'm appreciative, I suppose its my bad and I ought to put in more effort to restore better physical conditions. Nevermind, 加油! 加油!!

I shouldn't discredit other areas which have turned out for the better. I recall weeks ago there were other grey clouds. Was expecting the silver linings to resurface but godsend-gold borealis smeared across the clearing skies instead. I m glad. Very.



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The exquisite stretched its glorified wings of gold and scarlet red. It took flight instantly, leaving nothing but a trace of magical, inky dust from its magnificent passionately-burning plumage.