The hole in the Bridge

I was reading Crystal's latest entry when I was struck by her account of her baby cousin, she wished him; "may you always be honest about the things you love".

In fact, that's what I want to be. But in this world, being honest about the things you love, means vulnerability, to the object of love as well as to the whole world. The world has become such a cynic. And we mask our love in every other contrary thing, to make us look invincible, and powerful.

A very meaningful conversation with the boy that day taught me something about myself. I told him about a time bridge that extents from now to 3 years from now, and I told him about the little hole in the bridge, and the fear I have that we cannot jump over that hole.

Then he told me that if I were to cross that bridge and come to that hole, I would actually realize its not that big a deal, but from far it looks more dangerous than it really is. And the problem with me, he said, is that I let the hole become my world, and lose sight of the bridge. It was thought-provoking. That happened a few days ago, and yet I have been chewing on it.

I really wish I can keep up my worry-free state of living.