The general rule of thumb is this: Whatever matters most is always placed in the safest of hands and whatever doesn't,... well, it doesn't really matter where it's placed if it doesn't matter much, now, does it? So, yeah. It's that simple. With precious gold and with fragile eggs, alike - right? Right.
So let's talk about that precious gold first, yah?
It's this case, we're talking moolah in Ringgit Malaysia.
The sub-rule of the general rule of thumb is this:
A little becomes much when placed in the Master's hands.
No bluff you wan. I did it and the following day (pretty instant stuff, huh?), I received news - straight from the horse's mouth and not through the grapevine - that I would reap 12 times more than what I sowed just the day before. 12 TIMES!!! In less than 24 hours, wei. How amazing is that?! Truly, God will never shortchange you. Anyway, I've digressed. What I meant to focus upon was the fact that whatever little, if placed in the right hands, can go further than anything you ever thought possible.
Got it? Good. Moving on to fragile eggs.
And when I say egg, I really mean heart.
Please flow. I don't entertain laggards.
You wouldn't place something that fragile in the hands of a goofball right outta highschool - though in monetary terms, it's something that costs close to nothing - right? Even with his I-stayed-up-all-night-to-memorise-this speech and from-my-mummy's-garden flowers, can you guarantee that that dude will never ever EVER crush your heart? I highly doubt it. There is no guarantee. Guys may promise their girls the world. Some even throw in an eye, a lung and a liver to sweeten the deal but when push comes to shove, how many actually step up to the plate? Few. Too few.
Come on. In this world we live in, who can we really trust to take care of the parts of us that are unseen but bruise the most easily? No one. Everybody's out to save themselves and nobody looks out for anybody else. It's MY skin I'm looking after and I'm not sharing my ultra-hydrating moisturiser or super-radiance-boosting essence with nobody. N-O-B-O-D-Y. Oh, how narcissistic a world we live in and how self-absorbed we have become. Sigh.
Ugh, I sound so jaded.
Thank God there's... well,... God, right? Haha. No matter what, I know my heart is safe in His hands. He's never made me doubt His love for me and His hand over my heart is a promise I'm not about to let Him wriggle His way out off... not that He would, of course.
Steady steady You and me.