Imagine yourself being wrapped in a balloon. In this balloon, life seems so rough, full of struggles with much pains and few pleasures. There is no way out. Until one day that balloon breaks. You are on your way out, but something inside makes you long to find somewhere that balloon you were once in. This time, unbreakable, as it soars bravely beyond the thickens clouds.

I have been living with a simple life.
So simple that I have learned to be satisfied with what I can have. I thought that satisfaction would never last, and with the few pleasures I have, I would not long much. But as life took its turn, I pushed myself toward the opposite direction. Suddenly I fell, I stumbled..but I was lifted up!

I have spent my life in struggle of so many things.
A struggle through different circumstances. But life had been unfair to us, I did not win, but lose.

I am not perfect as anybody is,
But in my simple ways I tried to be one. I did whatever I thought was right, and what pleasant to those I dearly love. But all turned out a mess. I ended up a failure.

I turned away and chose another way to pass.
I thought that the struggles was over. I walked with the world. I was on my own. Nobody knows how far I went, except me and my Savior, it was a life so different, so enticing, and so alive. I thought I could have the satisfaction that I wanted. The world was so kind and really tempting..but in the end, it proved to be wrong.

I pushed myself towards that life so different but someone pulled me back behind my tracks.
I didn’t want to go back, so I ran an extra mile away. That running took me to another journey. I was drawn closer with the world. But just when I thought that my journey with the world would never end, I suddenly tripped on my toe. I expected the world to catch me, but I was never right. Nobody dared! They were just there..looked at me fall. I fell again! I was a pity. I was a shame.

I felt so tired and weak.
I was totally lost. It was the darkest chapter of my life. I laid myself in the corner..all I wanted was to rest. I didn’t want to go back, but something inside me told me to stand, but I could not. Then, I came to remember that someone who once pulled me back. As I looked back on my trail, still he was there behind. And even before I could ask Him for help, He stretched out his hand and carried me. I was shedding in tears as He took me back to the path where now I track.

There must be something He wants to look beyond..despite the pains, despite the trials, and despite the heartaches, he wants me to grow stronger no matter what happens. Life must go on! What I can only do is to accept the reality of it and bravely face the future with hope. I may be bruised and tired again and again in reaching the end of life, but with God, I can soar high despite all odds.