Hello blogger
how are you?
haven't been here a while, and its good that i haven't ... i actually shouldn't be here right now! but perhaps i've been on here for so long... i guess i shouldn't leave without posting something...

i want to say that during summer, i've learned something ... well LOTS of things. I can name muscles, explain the respiratory pathway, and tell you why a plant does what it does. but we don't read blogs to read something like that... but other things, more important (dare i say?) things.

this big thing i learned that i finally sort of understand is:
moving on.
yup, i'm a perfectionist, so much to the point that i'd rather fail something rather than pass... etc.
And though i'm still new this idea of moving on, i understand it now.
but no, it wasn't through watching many many movies of people advising this way to others (and then, i'd always disagree too...and marvel if the advice-given person did in fact let the incidence leave their consciousness).
It was through a book.
It was through... a children's book.
But the figure in this book was ethereal, whose each words were like golden nuggets, deep and meaningful and purposeful, words you weighed in your mind and let it sink down to your heart and the core of your being, seeds that were planted in the back of your mind that after time blossomed and bloomed in to stunning truth and beauty, one's whose words you wanted to savor, to remember, to live with whispering in your mind for the rest of your life.
It was Aslan's.

That was the reason why I read the entire Chronicle. For a peak at Aslan, for another chance to hear his words, to see what he'd do... for he was representative of...

"What's done has been done."
speak no more of the past
first heard these words when watching the movie.
it came again to me in the 2nd book of the chronicles.
and it came again through varying themes of it.
I learned that even if I stress over it, it won't make change the past. the past is the past. what we can change is the future.
so now, when i catch myself worrying about the exam, i stop. worrying about bad grades, nope. gotta stop expending my energy on freaking out but got to study for the next one. what's done is done. past is past.
i can't believe i never believed in this before.
how did i survive all these years?
Still, its hard for me to apply this to my entire past.
but only God can make anything good come out of it.
And he is the restorer... He promises to restore us.

"To know what would have happened, child? No. Nobody is ever told that. But anyone can find out what will happen.”
Aslan