I had a few inspirational moments... without going into too much details:

• I've still got a long way to go (ok maybe that's not new hahaha...).
• Remember whom do I answer to, and what He is expecting.
• There's a lot of people around me who needs more caring.
• The opposite of "love" is not "hate", but "like", because you "like" the good things only, but you "love" regardless of the bad things.
• Sometimes, people just need to rant and have someone to just listen to them. No need to try to say anything in response.
• The only regrets are when you didn't do everything that you could've done.
• I'm weaker than I already know.

That's a lot to digest over a weekend... but thankfully, He gave me the time and energy to do so.

There was a giant rock in the mountains, standing proudly among other smaller rocks. It has a smooth surface that shines brightly under the sun.

“Surely, I was created to provide shades to all the animals in the mountains, so that they may some rest under my shadow,” thinks the giant rock.

One day, the giant rock was found by some men working in the mountains, and was brought into the city.

“Surely, these men are admirers of my beauty, and want to put me in the middle of the city for all the people to appreciate,” thinks the giant rock.

But the giant rock was brought inside a building. There was no admirer to gaze upon its shininess under the sun. Then the giant rock saw a man with a mallet and a chisel.

“Surely, this man will carve beautiful poems on me, so that I can be displayed for all the artists in the world.”

But the man did not carve words on the giant rock. Instead, he started taking big chunks off it, changing its shape into a particular form.

“Surely, this man will make me a beautiful sculpture, to be put among other great sculptures of the world.”

But the man did not make a sculpture. In fact, more men came and start throwing away the parts that were sliced off the giant rock. As more and more of the giant rock were removed, the giant rock was no longer shiny. It became neither giant nor smooth. The rock was unhappy and mad. It did not understand what these men were doing, nor did it understand why it was chosen to be destroyed. The giant rock only knows that all its prides were thrown away along with the parts of it that were removed.

Then finally, with another careful hit on the chisel, the man with the mallet screamed with joy, “I’ve found it! I’ve found the diamond inside the giant rock!”

I know that the best we can do is to try our best.

But what happens when our best isn't good enough?

What other options do we have?