The diary

Tonight, I watched the last episode of a hong kong serial filled with opium, triads, friendship, love, war and death. My current love for passion-filled, action-packed dramas. The director chose to have a bitter-sweet ending harping on the memories that the friends have. From the reading of the diary at the memorial service, to flashes of events and emotions... One can't help but say... Yes... They have lived their lives to the fullest and with no regrets as they have loved, cherished, encouraged, spurred and met their loved ones.

Age it seems, and life for that matter seems to be catching up with me these days. Reality hits home that life has its happiest moments, and it's saddest. It has it's brightest beams of light, and it's darkest. Life on this earth will come to an end one day.

What then will I have as memories... Or what memories do I want to leave for those left behind? A lifetime of good deeds and activities, or a lifetime of joy, tears, struggles, self-discovery and the strength, love and hope that has brought me through thus far? I think the latter was the reason I named this blog a treasure trove. Not because I feel that my musings are much to consider, but because it was meant to show the treasures and riches that God has given me in my life. Life without God... Is no life at all. For by Him, through Him and for Him am I made. This I cannot yet phantom. But I know that everything is in His hands... To Him be all glory and praise. This is what I want the world to know.