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greybetaIn my hands, I now hold a sword.
It’s the legendary Hondo Masamune that Japanese samurai revered in the old days.
I use my sword to cut through people everyday.
In the past, I have talked about how I kept seeing this sword in the stone in my dreams. It made me depressed to think that I could not pull the sword out. I knew that it was my sword…and yet I could not pull it out. How dare this sword deny me!
Why, God, why do you taunt me so?
Then I knew that I had to humble myself. The sword does not answer to a haughty person about to fall to his destruction. So I spoke polite words to it, masking my arrogance in insincere sincerity. And I pulled it out, inwardly laughing at the gullible sword.
Whenever I wield my sword, I can read people like they are open books. People cannot hide what they are thinking or feeling from me. It’s both a blessing and a curse. The blessing comes from the fact that people cannot deceive me. The curse comes from the fact that people cannot deceive me.
Let me explain. Say one day I woke up and I knew everything that was going to happen to me that day. I also knew everything what was going to happen to everyone else I met that day. It’d be sort of freaky but kind of cool. I wondered if I could avoid what was supposed to happen. I try to avoid a certain event and it does not happen. I warn others to avoid something and they successfully manage to avoid it.
Except it really did happen to me one day.
But, I can only see what is coming. Stopping what is coming is an entirely different matter. Some of the things that I managed to avoid earlier came back to bite me in the butt. Quite frankly, life became boring to me. People depressed me because they kept telling me things that I already knew. It’s strange, but I knew 99.9% of the time what somebody was going to say to me. The 0.01% was for when I wasn’t paying attention.
Then, one day, I met this cute girl. I…I couldn’t read her. This bothered me greatly. Why was she shielded from my power of discernment when others were not? Could it be that her power of discernment was greater than mine? Impossible! But the proof was right in front of my face.
(Love at first sight.)
Or so I thought. It was more of an infatuation, really. I was too intrigued by the fact that I could not read somebody. And, in truth, it depressed me even more. To the point where I finally broke down. Through that breaking process, I finally understand why I had been able to pull out that sword.
It does respond to my humility. But it’s not stupid. It knew that I would meet that girl who would unlock my true gift of discernment. Now I realize that all my talents are God’ talents, not mine. Even my depression can be channeled for the good Lord.
Everyone is an open book to me now, including that cute girl.
Sadly, she’s too busy to date anyone right now.
(Alas, poor Yorick, I can only appreciate what I do not have.)
It’s the legendary Hondo Masamune that Japanese samurai revered in the old days.
I use my sword to cut through people everyday.
In the past, I have talked about how I kept seeing this sword in the stone in my dreams. It made me depressed to think that I could not pull the sword out. I knew that it was my sword…and yet I could not pull it out. How dare this sword deny me!
Why, God, why do you taunt me so?
Then I knew that I had to humble myself. The sword does not answer to a haughty person about to fall to his destruction. So I spoke polite words to it, masking my arrogance in insincere sincerity. And I pulled it out, inwardly laughing at the gullible sword.
Whenever I wield my sword, I can read people like they are open books. People cannot hide what they are thinking or feeling from me. It’s both a blessing and a curse. The blessing comes from the fact that people cannot deceive me. The curse comes from the fact that people cannot deceive me.
Let me explain. Say one day I woke up and I knew everything that was going to happen to me that day. I also knew everything what was going to happen to everyone else I met that day. It’d be sort of freaky but kind of cool. I wondered if I could avoid what was supposed to happen. I try to avoid a certain event and it does not happen. I warn others to avoid something and they successfully manage to avoid it.
Except it really did happen to me one day.
But, I can only see what is coming. Stopping what is coming is an entirely different matter. Some of the things that I managed to avoid earlier came back to bite me in the butt. Quite frankly, life became boring to me. People depressed me because they kept telling me things that I already knew. It’s strange, but I knew 99.9% of the time what somebody was going to say to me. The 0.01% was for when I wasn’t paying attention.
Then, one day, I met this cute girl. I…I couldn’t read her. This bothered me greatly. Why was she shielded from my power of discernment when others were not? Could it be that her power of discernment was greater than mine? Impossible! But the proof was right in front of my face.
(Love at first sight.)
Or so I thought. It was more of an infatuation, really. I was too intrigued by the fact that I could not read somebody. And, in truth, it depressed me even more. To the point where I finally broke down. Through that breaking process, I finally understand why I had been able to pull out that sword.
It does respond to my humility. But it’s not stupid. It knew that I would meet that girl who would unlock my true gift of discernment. Now I realize that all my talents are God’ talents, not mine. Even my depression can be channeled for the good Lord.
Everyone is an open book to me now, including that cute girl.
Sadly, she’s too busy to date anyone right now.
(Alas, poor Yorick, I can only appreciate what I do not have.)
