Fly me back...to where my home is?

just came back from navigators...never fail to have a good time there, and it's not just about fellowship, God really speaks through the people there. today we had another guest speaker, a med student going through residency, he shared his own testimony going through college and all, and one of his points really struck me. he talked about how we musn't make studying a god...and become so consumed by it, we put it above all else. have to confess that lately i've been doing that very often. it's hard not to get caught up in striving towards those straight As when everyone here is so smart and talented that you have to work to keep on top. also, i've been hanging out a lot with the s'poreans here, and a majority of them are on scholarship, and so they're under the obligation of keeping up a super high gpa. of course, on their own, they're also the kind of people who would mug all the time anyway...so it's a sort of positive peer pressure i guess, they're all studying so hard so i feel i have to study hard as well. in fact, i think i'm already the most relaxed compared to the rest of them. but i do see how studying can become an extremity...a few of my s'porean friends have even given up going to church coz they'd rather spend the time studying, and i haven't reached that stage yet, but i want to catch myself now so i'll never lose myself that much. it's sad...i told my mom about this "phenomenon", and she quoted me a line that i thought totally applicable, what does it profit a man if he loses his soul to gain the whole world? a lot of people here are working blindly, aimlessly, just because they are driven along by the forces of the world, and they don't want to put up the effort to run against the tide. i am going to study hard, but for the right reasons. and God should always come before studies...seek ye first the kingdom of God, and all these things will be added to you...those words are meant to be taken seriously.

The Spiral circles inward
tighter and tighter
clinging unto itself
paleness growing lighter

Still it turns and moves
Magnet of its own
and with each descent
utters empty groan

Life beyond control
Once its limits reach
Exhausted it implodes
then each belongs to each

Now we start all over
traverse different road
seek not to be ransomed
by unearthly Load
(Rat Race)
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