I have my own share of failure. I shouted at my sister and said pretty much harsh words like “Shut up.” Just because of a basketball game. This is one of my “I-don’t-want-to-remember” moments. I regret all the words I said. I was watching 21 dresses that time and I was too mad at the other sibling who cut the wedding dress of their mom for her own wedding. I looked at it as selfish and when my sister talked to me about the game, I blurted the words that I felt about the game (including my hatred to the character in the film) I should’ve not said. After sometime, I wanted to say sorry but my pride reigned. I told myself, it’s not your fault. They beat us and I hate their players. It’s their fault. They hurt me (This is overplaying it. I felt like I was the one they taunted, bumped either intentionally or part of the game haha. Too bitter.). I wasn’t filled with the Holy Spirit. And I did not choose to be. I chose my own way to turn my back on my sister and fool myself with...
Suit up for a lasting pursuit.✿