Mold

I am

strength, not yet courage
intelligence, not yet wisdom
good intent, not yet love.

It strikes me that our sanctified self is like a far off cliff. As we approach, we are undeniably getting closer to the top; but as we approach the cliff itself also looms higher and larger.

As I ‘mature’, the old ways left behind seem like dirty rags, but to see myself as I am now, it is a wonder that I will ever be made clean. The difference between my current self and the self to be — the self made whole — only seems to grow.

Big decisions ahead. Big changes, new things. Let’s see how it goes.

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~ by justinhong on August 20, 2012.

One Response to “Mold”

  1. Really? cryptic blog ending? what is this, xanga?

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