Work In Progress

Hey there! It's never a great idea to go to bed with a heavy heart so here I am trying to unload some of that weight onto this blog post. 

First and foremost, I want to thank God for continuing to bless me despite my constant failings and shortcomings. Although there is no shortage of doubt in my mind as I go through my daily life, the Lord never fails to sprinkle in a few moments of joy; things that add a little light to what can already be a fairly bleak day. 

To be personal with you, I have never really found a place where I felt I truly belonged. 

When I was 3 years old, I moved to Dubai with my parents and stayed there for a few years - as they welcomed both Guinevere and Khryss Eowyn Quidasol into the world. After my brief but eventful stay in such a lavish city, I travelled to Surrey, British Columbia; which as the years have gone by, can build a pretty strong case for being, "The Best Place On Earth". I still remember my grandparent's old home and hiding in the basement and creating role play with my Transformers as the soft, white snow fell outside my window. Times were way simpler back then! But hey, everyone grows up. 

Sometime in the year 2007, I met four of my greatest friends in the world. Although we didn't know it then, we would all play key roles in each other's journey one profound way or the other. From numerous campouts in the backyard to somehow all fitting on a singular regular-sized mattress; we'd share timeless memories and precious moments that only we know about and cherish. 

Then in the year 2014, I would join the chapter of Surrey 2, a collection of some of the greatest, most genuine and loving people in the entire world. A group of individuals who together would mold each other into becoming leaders, brothers, sisters, mentors, and friends. I had my droughts and spells of spiritual dryness but it seemed every time I entered a season of suffering, there would be someone asking, "Hey, how are you?" or "How have you been?" Since my days as a shy, reserved 7 year old boy with rectangle glasses, I've never been fond of vulnerability. But the experiences of worship, adoration and fruitful discussions with people amongst this chapter have allowed me to learn more about who I am and who I am meant to become. 

In the year 2019, I graduated from Holy Cross Regional High School - a place that happens to actually be a public school but is disguised by the fact that we wear uniform. To say that the 5 years spent here were eventful would be a massive understatement but I won't lie when I say that they were essential to my growth. The process of finding out that my passion wasn't for science or mathematics but for writing was a serious discovery that has evidently affected my life today. (Just read my other 45 blog posts) The friends who taught me how to treat others with empathy, and love regardless of personal feelings or drama. If I had not been such a total goofball in grade 8-10, I would not be the man I am today. School is much more than learning through textbooks and note packages - it is learning through the people we meet and the challenges we face. 

As you can probably see, my life has gone down a winding path filled with chasms of uncertainty and mountaintops of grandeur but when I reflect on the entirety of it, I understand that God has been there through it all. 

When I tried teaching my Arabic friend Tagalog words in Kindergarten, He was in the smile that lit up my friend's face every time he got the pronunciation right. 

When I was learning how to ride my bike in Grade 2 at Enver Creek Secondary School, He was right there holding the bike with perfect balance so that I would not fall. 

When I was getting teased for my crooked teeth and thick glasses as a 10 year old, He was there in the midst of my friends who tried cheering me up by playing Beyblade with me. 

When I was on my knees for Adoration at RYC 2014, He was holding me up and giving me strength that simply was not there in the first place; enough strength to kneel for two hours straight. 

When I went up to receive my diploma and walk across the stage, He was there. Hand on my shoulder and gleaming with a wide smile as if nothing else mattered in the world. 

When I lie down tonight with a hurricane of thoughts ravaging through the sea of my mind, He will be there also. 

And I understand now that wherever He is, that is where I belong. 

One way or another, we lose everything we keep for our own self-interests. Yet we also gain everything we are meant to have once we surrender ourselves to the only One who truly cares. He who builds our lives to the very top and not to anything less. 

There is much work to be done but He will be right here. 

“Jesus does not demand great actions from us, but simply surrender and gratitude.” 

― St. Therese of Lisieux

AMDG