Wednesday, 4 May 2011

Goodnight lyrics

You'd know how the time flies.
Only yesterday was the time of our lives.
We were born and raised in a summery haze.
Bound by the surprise of our glory days.

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited.
But I couldn't stay away I couldn't fight it.
I'd hoped you'd see my face,
And that you'd be reminded that for me it isn't over.

Nevermind I'll find someone like you.
I wish nothing but the best for you too.
Don't forget me I beg
I remember you said:-
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
but sometimes it hurts instead"

Nothing compares
no worries or cares.
Regret's and mistakes they're memories made.
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

Being pushed by others

The words below apply to another story, but on the one hand the meaning behind it links to so many other treatments as well.

"Just because you are not like these other people does not mean there's something wrong with you. Much of this supposedly normal behavior is just our culture, our one little warped and not-all-that-admirable culture, a culture that values certainty, confidence, speaking up, saying what's on your mind, raising your hand with the answer, asking for the sale, going for the gusto...

The rest of the world is not necessarily like us. Nor is lawyering all about being glib and fast on your feet...

Everybody's building their cases and that's what they're doing when they're asking you questions: They're cross-examining you. They're giving you the third degree.
So screw them. You don't have to answer. Be an uncooperative witness. Plead the fifth. Just do what you came there to do: learn the law. Then after you've learned the law, go out and practice it."

Justifying my addiction...

Coffee and a nap of 26 minutes is key...

Though as I type whilst my eyes are falling shut, sitting at my desk I think at least a few hours is adamant right now!

Tuesday, 3 May 2011

Once you start, you just can't stop

After a very recent trip to Berlin, spending more time seeing the world you only want to have a taste of more. It forms you and shapes your mind, but I find the most important part is the journey which takes you there. Travel wouldn't be travelling and exploring without the time it takes to get there. If I could click my fingers, sure it may be nice to reach anywhere within a second; though I feel more reward in pacing myself and allowing the journey to take me.

My most important travels, have been those with the longest journey time. Of course, perspective is achieved. And then I write. I journey everyday, we all do whether its a short walk, a long bus or train ride to work or halfway across the country. If I could click my fingers to reach all parts of the world, I would refuse. Why give up the great gift of travel, of seeing. I am in no rush to wish away the pace. I take things one step at a time.

"Nonconformity is a wonderful trait...

and it's going to be valued in adulthood. If you're different in school, that makes you an outsider. If you're different as an adult, that makes you interesting, fun and often successful...

 I think it's important for parents not to worry too much about their kid's social status. If your kid is happy having one or two close friends and not being in the popular crowd, leave it. Popularity can be destructive. To be popular does not mean to be liked, and it also does not mean to be happy. Encouraging your child to be "popular" and "cool" can be hugely destructive to a student's psyche. It can actually be much better for students to be outside the popular crowd."

"I don't wanna die. Don't expect me to die..."

"Aidan was 5 when his father died, and while he knew his father had been killed "saving others," I managed to protect him from the violent imagery and details of that day. He never saw the burning towers until this year, and I was relieved that I mostly managed to keep his life sacrosanct.

Now, at 15, Aidan stands over 6 feet tall with his father's handsome features, my eyes, and feet so large I have to special-order sneakers. As he has matured, I have filled in the details of Dave's death... I greeted him with a hug and simply whispered, "Bin Laden is dead...

"Mom, I feel a big weight off my shoulders," Aidan said, grabbing his backpack from the back seat and saying goodbye.

As I watched him walk toward the terminal I cried -- not out of relief for bin Laden's death but sadness that Aidan had to carry any weight at all, that a whole generation of children like him have had to grow up in a world of fear, hate and intolerance.

On the drive home, the news stories continued. People were celebrating at ground zero and in Times Square, cheering as if the ball had dropped on New Year's. Bin Laden's bruised corpse was posted on the Internet along with the words about hope, relief and comfort. Yet, all I could feel was a numbness, as dull and muted as the sky...

Unable to work, I began to read the comments from friends and family instead. There were countless Facebook messages, texts and emails wishing Aidan and me well.

It made me recall the aftermath of Sept. 11, how strangers and friends from around the country and the world met our profound sadness with overwhelming expressions of support and love. Letters, books, quilts, teddy bears, bookmarks, remembrances poured into our small apartment giving me comfort in my desperate loneliness and hope in my darkest hours. As time passed it felt as if something much bigger was happening, a shift in the cosmos that was uniting the world in an unprecedented display of humanity."

Something from many years ago... Stuff like this just gets you thinking. You wouldn't want it all taken away either, just like that...

A trip away

I wish I could capture the moments on paper, I wish not to describe too much of all and why, so one can only try with words that shall have to flow.

Reflection in a way provides you with a gift, we all experience countless times when we look back at things and realise how good things were with what we had, and whether we still have them. You can see when people are thinking about it, they look down to the side, and have a sideways smile on their face. So powerful you feel their warmth. It can make you giggle inside. The smile kind of reaches out to people and lifts them up, you lift yourself up with it too and all the more you feel it, a sudden realisation comes to mind-well it does to mine anyways. I know in these moments of appreciation you tend to pick out parts in your life you really wish to keep, to make the most of and explore all the more with too. There will never be any symbol, object, piece of music (though I feel music is probably the nearest to represent how it feels) to really demonstrate and show a personal moment of clarity, love. It is almost like capturement. It can be quite overwhelming too. And yes, panic owns 1% of that moment also because we all know that there may be a time, out of our control, where what we have created and built could be taken away from us, whether it is by a choice or a greater external force. I think there are some, which I would definitely say are positive emotions so strong they could kill you. There is danger in their greatness. As we know that if they disappeared-what we link to them, the pain we would feel knowing the world with but experiencing the world without them, could kill us. Slowly. Alive.  

I think it is in times like these one finds it hard to empathise with grouch. To empathise with nag. With stress. You end up wanting to laugh at it all. Not the person who holds it and feels that way, but what the attributes can do to a person. It can be risky to push those away who hold them though. So don't, it is not wise. These chemicals our bodies create, though, I think about my 3 parts idea when I write, and I laugh at part one-the robot body. I smile with part two and I want to hug part three. I would say it's part three which allows me to do all of the above. Without that I don't think anyone could have their moments of clarity. Recognising that of which is important. A tip. Please don't let it go. Don't throw it away. You will screw yourself over and you may not ever get it back. I think there is an acute danger of giving away too much, or holding most at arms length. We only cut ourselves off and push others away. I think most of time, I am sure this all sounds too familiar haven written similar things already, It kind of feels so silly that we hold so much fear. The doubt, and judge. I still keep telling myself, don't panic, don't panic. I mean half of the amazing things in the world wouldn't exist if we always matched it with so much doubt and fear. I am glad people in the past have had the balls to go with their instincts. They created the world I live in today and I am so grateful for it. Otherwise we would live in a dead world. A world without risk and choice and passion.
When I think about the war, it feels like an alien. It is not something we really can't control like nature or in some regards health... War is man made. It is ridiculous. I sigh at war. I yawn. What a waste of energy. I think of the people out there which hold so much thought, those who put so much energy into focusing their desire into an endless battle. Can't people recognise when to draw the line. It isn't giving up. It would be building more of the world together. It just is all so silly. We are all human at the end of the day and for one kind to attack against the same, Is just foolish. We are foolish to separate ourselves from others. War is one disgusting representation of bullying, the greed, the ego-it all feels so naive. I don't see why we should be a part of it. Though I see why ignorance is bliss.
In my mind, through comparing the extreme of war and the notion of euphoria (if I may call it that) I feel like most of what I have in a way is in my hands. It is down to me to handle it in my way. Though it does also involve the people in my life, how they treat me with everything too. Everyone's personal battles eventually become a part of someone else's. We take things on, but because we chose. It links us. We become involved. We want to work with the other person, to develop, to love, to build and motive and push one another. Isn't that what living is about. To live. To live as you. To live around someone else. To want to shout with self and to shout with another. To scream for them and to let them scream alone. Levelling I suppose. Seize. Together. To be less scared. To feel power by self. As an individual but also, I struggle to explain the next half of my meaning... The summary for it seems right to write like this, alone together-there is no lonely.

When all feels so good, to cry almost feels like the only option left. I don't believe it is grabbing onto the known sadness one may know, as a comfort... I would say recognition and relief is key. Without one you can't truly appreciate the other. It is just wow. A wow moment of 'I am so lucky'. I don't believe that luck exists in a sense as, it is something we make for ourselves. Coincidence. To have the energy to give and express and want and to be. You want to pass it onto others and we all do without realising sometimes. In a smile, in a few words. Everyone enjoys to celebrate, otherwise there wouldn't be music and dance. Social gatherings wouldn't exist otherwise. We are here to enjoy ourselves. To balance the good from the bad. To experience it all and to further ourselves with it. A moment everyday to self whether it is a few seconds, minutes or something that could last for hours. Take those moments, please. I want you to feel the sun.