Whims crossing the new year

The year 2010 has been eventful.

Topsy Turvy, roller coaster, thrills, dissapointments, joy, laughter, tears, pain, ache sums it all.

But it let me discover myself, discover love, discover many other things.

2010 resolutions achieved... does not matter.
2011 resolutions to achieve... does not matter.

Alchemy, the popular book by Paulo Coelho tells of a journey of Santiago, a sheperd boy decides to believe his recurring dream and seek to find the treasure is his dream.

During the journey, he encounters love, danger, dangers and disaster. He was supposed to seek the Alchemist who is supposed to help to find his treasure. He is suppose to lookout for signs and follow them.

In the end, he found his treasure, and he meant nothing. It was the journey that matters.

Also the core saying in the book :-
"When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it."
(sounds a lot like the secret)

I read the book a long time ago, and i forgot all about it until I begin to reflect my life. I realised , i failed to identify the signs, fail to follow my dreams. and now I face the consequences.

Am lost.torn in love.

So what !!! the world still spins.

Perhaps this is my journey with many stones, rocks, torns. What does not kill you, makes you stronger.

I need to re-read this . 1st Corinthians Chapter 13 which defines Love so beautifully. I just remember this is what makes me survive the last time.

If I speak in the tongues[1] of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.

If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.

If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames,[2] but have not love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.

It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.

It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.

For we know in part and we prophesy in part,

but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears.

When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me.

Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.