So many things happened today. A sister passed away last night and most church members went to worship with a grieving heart. To see a dear brother cry in front of me was painful, knowing that there was nothing I could say to cheer him up.

I forgot what were the other things already. They all seem insignificant to what happened to this sister. I think it was something about cell? That I told them about leaving a chinese church and it seemed like they didn't really care.

I learnt that I had been complaining too much, to the extent that almost all gratefulness was lost.

I guess as I was watching the clouds moving, I realised that even if I stop moving, they won't stop for me. Even as I pause, things will still continue to drift on.