Sunrise @ Bintan

Sitting in a hut, by the beach in Bintan. Its only 5.47am local time, but the sky is bright and clear blue.

I wonder if the sun has risen.

Listening to the waves crash periodically has its therapeutic effects. Who else, but God, orchestrated all these to happen.

He set the skies and oceans in place. The landforms, rock formations and all, He crafted them.

The gentle breeze never ceases, seemingly rushing to another place; carrying a message.

The rustling of the leaves make the trees alive; as though they are communicating with each other.

Dark clouds threaten to overwhelm the blue skies, strong winds beating against the wind struck trees. But out of every storm comes a new story, the silver lining.

When there's movement, there's life. Dead logs, cut up into small stumps, look strong and sturdy. But they are dead. Yet the young shoot of a tree is full of life, bursting forth with leaves, reaching for the sky.

I sit here in the hut, there's so much to be amazed of. Yet why do people choose to be emo about life?

Life is an adventure with God. Yes, things happen and it shakes us. But take joy! You're alive! I'd rather be the young shoot that reaches for the skies. Even though I'll never touch the clouds, but I won't despair; I keep reaching for the skies.

While I may feel stretched, pained and agony, I keep going on. A dead tree is only good to be a stump, you'll never be able to achieve what you once thought possible; touch the skies.

Do not stop believing. God is in control. The universe, the orbits of the planets, distance between each other; all meticulously calculated by God.

He has formed you, thought great thoughts of you.

Don't give up.
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