For every day

On 23 Feb (Thu), one conceived this thought:

1. To read the Word everyday

2. To write, everyday

3. To make a sincere prayer at least once a day

So here this came. Not sure if things are achievable, but it comes to determine the sureness.

There might be more-than-one things one wants to do everyday; (daily basis), coming up with these (3) should be taxingly sufficient. I list, therefore I am. (Holidays ilist dramas, games, books, movies, anime, places, activities, etc). Finally, a-long awaiting, things are starting fruiting.

1. Which comes the my age-old question, "If your life was a movie, would it be interesting?" The question is why do we have to make it interesting. Do we remember Who are we making it for. Ever since one was twelve; or more accurately elevenses, before the Leaving School Examination, one knew how to tell oneself, "Treasure this." The first hour on Fri knock-offs, the start of holidays. Even if it is just the word "treasured" uttered upon (to oneself), it is considered done. What an endearing naive way to make sense of things, or of life, in view of that age. Also, that was the period of the penultimate My Life As a Movie; wandering conception actor, one, director, one, scriptwriter, one, cinematography, one, videographer, one. How interesting it is if life could be captured intermittently, on tape. Will one ever get to watch it (concurrently)? Which means watching oneself of on a clip that is watching oneself? Will the part be saved/wasted, anyway? Can one stop for a moment before playing? Now, grappling back from the inconceivability of this brainchild conceived at unimpressionable age; and the loss of it and the loss of it if it happened all the way until now, one has found the energy and 'seens' to reenact it elsewhere. No more milk-livered attempts at harboured diary entries, or flabbergast at how much tape has gone by without prompt action. And now one believes it all makes sense, because now there is a purpose for the watching.

2.And on the question again, "Will there ever be a conversation that will never end?" Technological era, mobile communication, apologies. The question that should never be answered. It is just a simple logic, how absurd it seems- reply, response. No reply, wait for reply, then respond. Like persevered daily routines, preserved activities. In this society where change is the only constant/the only constant is change. The limitless expansion of forever within the (every) day.