If we really want to live, we'd better start at once to try

Long break from blogging! Been caught up with school books and papers and streams of scheduled violin practises and gosh am I starting to feel nauseous just thinking of all the work. Why am I doing this to myself you might ask? :Because it's worth it! The thought of converting my blog into a picture blog seems contradictory to me since I can always do that on Fb and leaving a one-lined caption looks pathetic when it can be done on Twitter and looks bad on the sincerity I have in maintaining my blog and to those who reads them.

As I was going to say, I went on a diving mission in the waters of Phuket with my coach and confidante, Peter and 7 others that followed up with mountain biking, water rafting and an arduous hike up rocky hills which I must say, I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR ALL THAT! What's supposedly a relaxing holiday turned into some sort of military training which left me covered head to toe in a combination of mud, sludge and sweat by th time we return to our lodges.

Alright, enough of the complains because as always, being Peter, he chose to teach in the most unconventional of classrooms. I learned what is obvious to a child that life is simply a collection o little lives, each lived one day at a time. That a day spent in finding beauty in flowers and poetry and sunsets and summer seabreeze cannot be bettered by a day of city-life retail therapy.

But most of all, I learned that happiness is the consequences of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, and sometimes, in desperate measures, Insist upon it. That one has to participate relentlessly in the manifestation of our own blessings and once we achieved a state of happiness, we must never becom lax abou maintainig it.