Diffuse Transfusion from an Adulterated Existence

What would you do if a girl shared her shame with you but you know it’s a lie? Would you confront her with it or be content that at least she spoke in a parable? Secrets have so much power. The greatest fear of Man is shame. Secrets are dank with shame. I am not talking about secrets like, “Oh My God! (Panting heavily) That guy is sooooooo cuuuute! Dont tell anyone I said that”. But rather secrets like, “I slept with your wife. She’s a tigress”. The potency of a secret amplifies when it is augmented by accumulating shame. What prompts us to share our shame? The yearn for salvation. We think that if we were to show someone our defect or fallibility then we can justify our action just that bit more. By sharing with someone our shame, we dilute it with opinions. For example, the person listening to us says, “Don’t worry; I’ve also slept with my friend’s girlfriend before.” Then our shame is attenuated because it is longer exclusive only to us. However, some secrets are like dams that re...

The loss of a life. Nothing jolts us like the reality of death. No matter the amount of friends/family we have, no matter how much love surrounds us, every one of us have at one point or another in life felt desolate and obsolete. The greatest catastrophe induced by desolation...suicide. Death is feared by some, relished by some and viewed as an acquittal from the prison of life by an acquired few. Suicide is generally considered an act of cowardice; the easy way out of life and its problems. What is life was their problem? Truth is that if these people had any other avenue to relinquish life they would have but all they have is death to liberate their anguish. Only death ends life. Is it really cowardly to cease to live prematurely? Is it right to judge these people? Yes they leave behind so much sorrow and misery yet who was there to partake in their affliction when they had life? To whom do they owe an explanation to? Behind each suicide is a reason that is unfathomable to those ...

I have plunged fatally into my obsession. I cant quite determine what it is about her though. Whether I’m entrapped by her innocence or seduced by her youth. She is contrary to what I felt my ideal love would be and I know that this will never be condoned by my social circle. Yet I cannot stop myself from wanting to hear her laugh just one day more. I should stop and I must stop but she plunders my thoughts every moment. I have many a times raped my morals just to go out with her and immerse myself in her full-bodied aura of naivety. I am caught between accepting the age-barrier or debating the possibilities of breaking it. Maybe she is indeed too young for me or maybe it is the generation and not the years that form the rift between us - Social Dogma. Why do I desire her so much knowing it could never possibly happen? Have I succumbed to the treacherous wiles of life? Most of our lives are spent in perpetual battle. Its us versus life. Many routinely go through each day not knowing i...

“Understanding this aspect of God’s will acknowledges that while we have the power and ability to disobey God’s commands, we do not have the right to do so. Therefore, there is no excuse for our sin, and we cannot claim that by choosing to sin we are simply fulfilling God’s sovereign decree or will. Judas was fulfilling God’s sovereign will in betraying Christ, just as the Romans who crucified Him were. That does not justify their sins. They were no less evil or treacherous, and they were held accountable for their rejection of Christ (Acts 4:27-28). Even though in His sovereign will God allows or permits sin to happen, we are still accountable to Him for that sin.” This argument was put forth by a rather well-known Christian Evangelist and writer. What he says is that although the betrayal of Jesus was God’s sovereign will ((meaning his absolute right and power to do all things), Judas was to be blamed for allowing himself to indulge in sin. Does this argument really make sense? A Chr...

Ever realised how life becomes an encumbrance only when we actually stop to think about it? Its as if predicaments only ever catch up to us when we attune to them. For example, when I was in secondary school, I used to forget my books every day. My maths teacher, Ms Ng, once called me into the counselling room to have a heart to heart talk with her. The purpose of the session would be to impart some values on homework ethics to me but I found it pretty hard to be concentrating on what she's saying when she's sitting across me, on a low wooden bench, in a short dress. Eventually she'd lose patience and threaten to call my parents to complain. Since I dont have a say in her decision all I could do is prepare for the worst (by worst I mean broomsticks, cooking utensils, vaccum cleaner and toilet bowl covers in the hands of my martial arts trained parents and me as the sparring partner). The cruel reality of this life-threatening situation does not hit me when I'm playing s...

Ever since my inception into Christianity, at a age where I couldnt decipher if what I felt was merely my emotions or divine insemination, I've always been pondered much about my new religion. Let me thus share my thoughts one such moot point: God's Will. Christianity preaches that everyone of us have a purpose in life and that purpose is what Christianity labels as God's Will. According to many preachers, in order to attain enlightenment on what that Will contains for us, we have to have a close relationship with God - through prayer, fasting and whatever else is prescribed by our "spiritual father" a.k.a Pastor. Essentially what this means is that we have to spend part of our lives discovering what has been decided by God for us and then spending the rest of it living as he wanted us to. Now what could be more glorious and fulfilling than living a life predestined by our Creator right? But is this truly what God meant by his Will in our lives? Genesis 2:...

Recently I spoke to a friend of mine, Ginger (not her real name obviously), who was rather depressed over the happenings in her life. This is her story: Ginger is a highly educated woman in her late twenties. She has a stable job and earns a respectable income. Ginger has always been apprehensive about love. She didnt feel that she could ever fall in love. Just as all love stories begin, along came man who swept Ginger of her feet , captured her imagination and set her heart so much on fire that she knew that it HAD to be love. And so begins the love story of Ginger who builds a relationship with that man for a couple of years and then tragedy strikes. Ginger is a pious Christian. Her lover, lets call him Fred, is a Hindu albeit a rather lax one. Ginger's concern is the contrictions of her religion. Christianity does not condone inter-religious marriages. Now Ginger was so convinced that this couldnt be God's Will and so they broke up. Its been a year or so since since and yet...