Doors

image by Megan

Fluttering around KL to cover events, meeting writing deadlines given by my J.Jonah Jameson lookalike senior editor, initiating conversations with complete strangers, who to my surprise, are very, very willing to talk to the press.
First week of internship has been...unexpectedly fast-paced and a kick to my sloth-paced, savor-the-moment self.

Fumbling over floods of protocols when meeting our Sultan,
forgetting endless honorifics people proudly attach to their names...
I wonder, what's left when the titles are forgotten,
and the red carpets fade to a moldy yellow.

Everybody wants to be known as somebody,
praised and celebrated,
giving a volatile sense of self-worth.

Surprised by joy,
I find true worth springing from a realization that I'm loved and accepted by and in the Beloved.

Our hunted expression for approvals is exchange for His unassuming, radiating beauty.