I was gonna set "I'll be okay" the ending song of My Best Friend's Wedding in the WMP on the top of my space.

Rewatching of the fragments of the movie reminded me of some old memories.

I suddenly understood why I love the movie so much --- Julia Robert's role is somewhat of exaggeration of part of me:

slow to figure out where my heart truly lies in, and slow to find out the fact I AM slow.

The light sadness saying goodbye to the one you once fell for and sending him away with blessing still so suit me.

And that endding song startting with "time to let you go" so hit my heart just every time I hear it.

It's not only the time to let "someone" go, but the time to let myself go, FINALLY.

The idea so touched me that I was even thinking of giving an "official" farewell to sensei here.

But as I heard the song several more times, I found I wasn't really that addicted to it.

Unnecessary to leave it that way, just as if unnecessary to go back through all the memories and offer a final three years' waiting.

No more words, no more "rituals".  All unnecessary.

I've been found by God, and I finally got affirmed that he's not the one "arranged" for me.

That's enough. 

 

So I put on the theme score of the Babel instead. I love best the middle part performed by the classical guitar.  Typical southern american instrument and way of performing presents music more of an East-Asian feel.  That's something I'm more familiar with and attached to.

Babel.  The movie reminded me of Crush, while the norm gets me back to the recent study of Genesis.

People can be so powerful that by all the fancy modern techs they could create a lively King Kong one moment and then just kill it proudly brutally the next.  

But that only adds to the pity they can't even make themselves understood by simple letters in real life.

Even if in the same tongue, you hear his words, you look into his eyes, yet you cannot read his heart, and you can't put your faith in him.  Isn't it sadly ironic?

They say my gift in tongues really IS a GIFT.  I know.  Invaluable.  Phraise Lord.  The torture of languages is such a charm to me.

I know my "purpose" to be fulfilled for now, and I shall follow the lead.

I only fear of the time I run away from you again, Lord, I do.  Don't let me.

Only in you do I become whole. 

You remove my pains, and your blood clean off my stains.

In you can I forgive and love.

where else could I ever find such heal and courage

except from your will?

Keep me closer, Lord, and keep my heart and hands clear,

I lift up my life, and shall live it through to your grace and glory.

Make my walk straight to you poll.

 

Thy name shall be done on the earth.