It's autumn here, with the warm sun, tender breeze, and golden leaves. Gorgeous smiles of Massey graduates in the schoolyard, along golden tree paths, on the bus, wherever the sun shines for a beautiful picture. I found myself keep turning back to look at those happy faces when my bus passed them. Glory, glory, and glory from those happy men and women.
I have spared much thought about them. I sometimes get jealous of their glory. I wish my day would come. And I question me. What does GLORY mean?
In this challenging journey, I see the sun, I feel the breeze, and I look at the golden leaves.
In this challenging journey, Aki, my hubby, Cynthia, Gillian, Tweety, and many more beloveds give me lovely smiles at every of my presence.
In this challenging journey, folks say hello to me (either on facebook or in the street).
In this challenging journey, I have you all to share my ups and downs.
Glory comes to those happy men and women the way it does to anyone else, as long as the person knows how to embrace their present and cherish their dreams, and me not an exception.
Congratulations on your graduation, Massey graduates!
