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The Year of 20


I turned 20 two months ago. This means I am no longer "a 19-year old freelance writer" as it is written on my blog's mini-bio.
I have noticed now that it was a sunny day, just like this one, and a day I felt drenched with love. Again, just like this one.

The year of 19 was slightly awkward and laborious for me. It involved a lot of "finding my feet" and striving to achieve goals before the big clock struck 20.

Many of these goals cannot even be remembered. They were not solid and more importantly, they were not even relevant to my purpose. I decided to take a blogger's break to see if any other talent would spring up, itching to be used. Something else did and I realised that I am actually quite good in telling stories with pictures.
Be mindful that I am not blowing my own trumpet, I am only grateful that in 19, a buried treasure was dug up.

So here's 20. I have made a personal resolution for this year- to let go and let GOD. I know it is not to he who wills or runs but it is God who shows mercies.

I am assured that with God I will fly. And you will to.

So here we soar!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v6jRPpHzwCE

Fly, an uplifting song by Jason Upton. Listen out for Angels singing too!

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