Day 2- Inspiration

Music. Perhaps its the deep love that I have for music ever since I was a little girl. Perhaps its the sweet sounding melodies that seem to be created, just by mashing a couple of notes together in harmony. Perhaps its the hope that one day, I'll be able to make music like that too. Teaching the world the beauty of music, and the serenity that it brings. It inspires me to be fluid, to experiment and to not hold back, in order to create something so perfect, even perfect dissonance. It reminds me that each piece is a story in itself, unfolding into another different story each time it is played. The stories of the composer, and of the performers. It reminds me that each composition is uniquely made; alive. It reminds me that stories, although they sound the same, are unique in their own way.

People. People with a passion for the small things in life. And also people who truly fight for what they believe in. I'm not meaning those who aspire to become big politicians or businessmen, or famous artists. I mean the people you see everyday, who have a passion for their jobs to do it well. Or people who truly care for the needy. Or people who befriend the un-befriended. Or the janitor who smiles when cleaning toilets, or the cheerful Myanmarese guy who sells spicy chicken thigh at Monash. Or my lecturer who constantly goes out into the roads to rally in hopes of changing the country, although there's the chances of imprisonment. They inspire me to excel in the things that I do; even if it seems degrading or lowly to others. They inspire me to truly think about what is important at any point of my life. Even if I am just a student. They constantly challenge me on how I can make the most (and best) out of my Christian life in Monash. They teach me how to fight for what I believe in, and to fight for it till the end.

Matthew Lee. You will always be remembered. You were only 15. You had leukemia. Yet, you faced life with such joy and hope. Happiness which overflowed from yourself into others. Being the best friend you could be for those around you because you wanted to make the most out of your life at 15. You constantly looked puffy and pale, and had to wear long sleeved shirts because of the chemo. But that was secondary to you. You wanted to finish PMR and make your parents proud of you. You constantly looked at the good things in life instead of the life that you could have, one without leukemia. I'm sorry I didn't go for your funeral- it's something I've regretted ever since, and it's too late for you to know this; but know that you inspired me a whole lot. (':

Jesus. Because You inspire me to become like You. To love wholeheartedly, in all selflessness; to be genuine and real; to care for those uncared for or outcasted by others, even if it means being an outcast yourself. Because You teach me the importance of humility and of love.

More importantly, because You love me for who I am, although I'm not worthy of that unfailing love. And you remind me to do the same. (':