A Hopeless Picture or a Picture Without Hope?On June 11, I showed Hope a picture that I had recently sketched. She studied my drawing intensely, analyzing the theme and essense of my work. Then, she placed my sketch face-down on the counter.
A little hurt, I told Hope that it wasn’t finished yet and that I was hoping she could perhaps add some colors to the picture. With my sketch and her colors, I believed something greater could be made; something better than what Hope or I could produce alone. I was met with eyes that refused to believe.
Two weeks later, I presented the same sketch to Hope. Without even bothering to look at the piece, she placed my drawing face-down on the counter yet again. With tears of disappointment huddling closely together, I asked Hope why she refused to work on the picture. She told me that she felt it wasn't the right time and that maybe if more time passes, she might be willing to work with me.
My fears had been confirmed- The foundation of our teamwork was not as strong as I thought; the direction of our teamwork was not as clear as I thought. Hope didn't think anything could be done to my sketch that would render it beautiful. However, I believed in our teamwork and I refused to think otherwise.
With more determination than I thought possible, I picked up my drawing and started adding colors and texture to the canvas. Halfway through though, it finally dawned on me. The finished drawing would never be as magnificent as what it could have been with Hope.
... So I too placed my sketch face-down on the counter.
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For those who know what’s going on in my life, your love and support has been nothing short of incredible. I am extremely grateful for each and every one of you. You know who you guys are. It's so strange to feel so weak yet so loved at the same time. I don’t mean to sound cheesy here but YOU guys are the ones who truly add the colors and texture to the canvas of my life. I thank you all from the bottom of my heart. Because of you guys, I now am stronger than ever before!
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Poetic YackingThe Sad TruthThe sad truth of it all,
is that one simple misstep
can make all things fall.
Some memories can’t be ignored;
Little gashes can form,
Leading to open sores.
How can one adapt; how can one cope?
The answer is a mixture
Of freedom and a noose on a rope.
I realize that when all is said and done,
there can be a limit
as to how far one can run.
At the same time though, if love is true,
It is a work in progress,
exemplifying the concept of two.
Love must continue, one breath at a time.
Ignoring regret and
Allowing courage and hope to combine.
However, the sad truth of it all
is that one simple misstep
can make all things fall.
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Blast from the Recent Past
A Relaxing Evening
Reena & Candace
Sure Deodorant Commercial
Chicken Mat
Winding Down
Club Ice
Happy Hour with Ellie
Dinner at Bar Celona
Dinner at Torafuku
Sequel
Carrie & Lihan
I-Banker Superstar Ronnie
A Scary Piece of Aviation Machinery
Inside the Airplane of Turbulence
Visiting our Client's Factory in Oklahoma
Never in a Million Years did I think I would Be Here
Or Here for that Matter
So Much to Do It's Mind Numbing
Out Trusty Kansas Steed
Until Next Time Oklahoma and Kansas
