i long for warmth in the sun.
i yearn for flight on water.
i hunger for rush in the wind.
i thirst for freedom in the breeze.
for some reason, my eyes were drawn to what i have long posted in my blog's "about me" section... for a while, what i have written here seemed to have slowly lose its meaning. but as i read and reread it again now, i once more felt the same passion i felt when i first wrote it... i can feel it so hard i can almost taste it as i close my eyes...
though it may take a while since i can take flight on water with the sun, the wind and the breeze again given my condition now, i'm glad these words have found its meaning once again inside me.
one thing i fear in this life is losing zest and passion for things that i really love. i believe losing your passions is living a meaningless life... and what would life be without any meaning?
the two things i really love in this world (aside from my family, of course)... art and windsurfing. and for a while there, i know i have been detached and indifferent to these two. i had been doing them but without heart. i don't know why. maybe i had let my frustrations build up and get to me, feeling that i was not making any progress... maybe i was expecting so much without putting too much effort really, hoping it will just come... maybe i was letting the pressure of being able to do something grand and excellent take hold of me, leading me to forget why i loved doing them in the first place...
