Well, I've said it before that I think there's a song for almost everything (if not everything) in life. When you're angry, happy, sad, depressed, in doubt, in love and so on.
Also, we always seem to have something to say about almost everything. Even when we don't, we try to, because someone may need you to say something. But sometimes, WORDS FAIL. Yes, they do.
Suddenly you are speechless, whether because you are overwhelmed with joy, or in extreme pain, heartache or any other feeling. And then, what do you do?

And then... MUSIC SPEAKS. I can't be in the silence for too long. I need sometime to be alone with my thoughts, with myself, but then I need some music. Sometimes we are unable to express our feelings, for whatever reason, but you'll sure find a song to do it for you.

Lately I've been listening to this song, which I've known for a while, but it speaks for me. It's like, "This is what I feel, what I think, put into a song."

Today I had one of those moments where I had no words to say, so I let music speak for myself. And I'll leave th lyrics to that song I was talking about. =)

"If I find in myself
desires nothing in this world can satisfy,
I can only conclude
that I, I was not made for here
If the flesh that I fight is at best
only light and momentary,
then of course I'll feel nude
when to where I'm destined I'm compared

Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the morning
I will sigh and with all creation groan
as I wait for hope to come for me

Am I lost or just less found?
On the straight or on the roundabout
of the wrong way?
Is this a soul that stirs in me
is it breaking free, wanting to come alive?
'Cos my comfort would prefer for me to be numb
And avoid the impending birth
of who I was born to become

Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the morning
I will sigh and with all creation groan
as I wait for hope to come for me

For we, we are not long here
Our time is but a breath,
so we better breathe it
And I, I was made to live
I was made to love
I was made to know you
Hope is coming for me
Hope, He's coming for me
Hope is coming for me
Hope, He's coming

Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the morning
I will sigh and with all creation groan
as I wait for hope to come for me
For me, for me, for me





"Where words fail, music speaks." ~ Hans Christian Anderson

Hey! :)

You know, lately I've been listening to a song and realized a lot of new meanings there.
It's a James Morrison song, here to listen... find your own meanings. :)


Anyway, it got me thinking about the part "you give you something that makes me scared". Why do we feel scared about feelings? We're scared about going to college, geting a new job, meeting a new guy/girl, meeting the boyfriend/girlfriend's family (and even the friends) and so on... we're just scared. It's like, we want to feel, but we don't. Right?

What does 'being scared' mean? Does it mean we're alive or... what? I think we're only cowards if we let that fear guide you and stop from going forward to what that feeling means. Otherwise, it's just fear and you deal with it.

I'm scared. As a matter of fact, I'm scared of many things right now. I'm dealing with my fears the best way I can. If you don't have someone to talk to... well, writing helps.

In the meantime... I keep thinking... =)

I just love the simple things in life...

Waking up in the morning and seeing that blue sky so blue, all those cotton-white clouds, the shining sun, feeling the wind on your face, that chill on an autumn morning...
Having chocolate milk in your favorite mug while reading the newspaper...
Driving by the neighborhood and realizing people move in and move out, houses are bought and sold, are remodeled and renewed, kids you grew up with now are grown up and starting their own family.
Watching the city moving... sometimes faster and other times really slow... how people walk through their everyday lives...

I just love when unexpected things happen.
When you bump into that old friend from high school, your English teacher, when a dear friend tells you she's preagnant... when feelings show...
I don't need much in life to make me smile, to make me feel happy. You can send me an e-mail with a single line and I'll just open a big smile because I know I was remembered.
In this crazy life, we forget those little things. We forget people. We forget to feel. To love. We want big, but we don't even do small.
Think big, want big, do big... but start small, be small, want small... be simple. be true.

While I write, I think, wonder and ponder... I need to do more of the simple things in life, to want the simple things, to just send an e-mail with a single line, to send a text, to make a phone call... and suddenly, all those simple things will add up to a greater thing called love... happiness... joy...

I'd rather make people smile every day than to be rude to them. I'd rather smile every day because there's just something about smiles. It makes you feel better, it makes other peoples feel better and it costs nothing!

Our lives and minds are way too crowed with feelings, emotions, worries, and all that... we should empty them for a while and remind ourselves of where we come from, how we got here, how much in life we are missing... just simple things.