Living each day with a healthy sense of the ridiculous.


instagram: @rxbshang

instagram: @rxbshang

instagram: @rxbshang

I like watching people skateboard because it reminds of life. Sometimes we fall. Sometimes it is a smooth and effortless ride because we find our equilibrium – a balance, a tension of the healthiest kind. But a tension nonetheless.

[More photos on my photography Instagram account: @rxbshang]

Thinking Is Power

Thinking is power
until it is overthought
and what used to be a catalyst
now paralyzes.
The dangers of mind-dwelling.

[Written 6 October 2015]

(Hi all. This is me officially breaking my almost-year-long haitus from this blog – a purposeful one that I may explain further in a later post. What I plan to post from now on is, hopefully, less planned. Don’t worry, I’m still a lover of grammar and precision, but I’m tired of agonizing over the perfect word. Since I ceased posting, I did not cease writing. In fact, I may have written more, feeling safer to pour my soul onto vulnerable pages, in blots, in sentences and fragments, every day. As I re-read these entries, I see more fully God’s faithfulness in my life. With His glory in mind, I share my heart with you.)


Thankful is a posture of the heart.

It is a daily admission that I am not entitled to my possessions and status.
It is a daily submission that God is good despite pain and suffering,
That God is good in the midst of pain and suffering.

Thankful combats anxiety.

Thankful orients me to be generous.

Thankful urges me to choose joy.


This time last year, I was anxious. What am I doing, where am I going? Uncertain about this. Worried about that. It drove me into this delusional self-obsession into which I not only wallowed, but reveled in. I’m conflicted because I’m important. I’m talented. I’m desired. Then a gentle prodding.

The God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you. 

I awoke. This life is not my own. I’m supposed to be a lover of God and my neighbors. But I’m selfish – a lover of me. It’s an everyday struggle, this battle of affections. A warring for a throne I’m not fit to behold, yet scramble atop, sceptre gripped firmly to wield my power, my will, my kingdom. 24 is when I’ve been made most aware of this self-sufficiency. One huge lump of pride too thick to swallow. It can only be removed through a posture of yielding. Before a cross. Before a Christ who calls me redeemed.

By grace you have been saved through faith.

Here’s to 25. I’m eager and expectant.


What would happen if we started seeing people
like souls with bodies
instead of bodies with souls?
Mortal still, yes.
But there’s nothing mere about eternal creatures.


One lush wedge
Dribbles down my chin;
Deep-seeded glee,
Nature’s finery
That requires a bib.

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