Mahatma Gandhi
Be the change you want to see in the world.
-Mahatma Gandhi
Archive for Thoughts
Happy Holidays!
Seems like these days, good days are hard to come by. Waking up in a different world each day it’s hard not to lose perspective on life. No matter how hard it may seem, this year, this life, this moment, the holidays always make up for it.
This wonderful, treacherous year is coming to an end, finally. 2007 certainly brings more hope and more life into this black and white world of ours. I long for those days again where not everything was 1 to 10, or A to Z. I want the grey area, the ability to think, the ability to solve, dissolve and recreate, the ability to focus and make a difference.
This is it. It comes at me hard and strong. Zooming at me, I can’t help but get caught up and move with it. So much to look forward to, so much to do, so much to live for, bring it on 2007!
Blogging for health
Isn’t it amazing when you’re down, depressed and feel like the only person you really want to be around is yourself but really you want the attention. You crave it. Having someone there to listen to your rants and complaints. Having someone there to just plain stare at you while you “get it all out”. It helps so much.
Todays illnesses are directly related to the persons state of mind. Obviously that is MY opinion but I do belive this is true in my case as well. See, the more tension you carry, the more stress you have weighing you down, doesn’t that factor into how you feel physically? Call me old-fashioned but I do believe this.
So, here we are, get it all out! Blog for health I say … write like you’re talking to someone and let that face stare back at you like they actually care about what you’re saying.
Recently feelings
Never explain yourself to anyone.
Because the person who likes you doesn’t need it,
and the person who dislikes you won’t believe it.
Starting over
I have not written for a very long time. Probably because of all the new and exciting things that have been happening in my life since the beginning of this year. Or maybe not? Was it a way for me to just shut the whole world out and focus on myself for once? Problem is, I really didn’t get a chance to focus on myself. Yeah, granted, I got married, and all that, and it has been bliss since the day I said the two words “I do”, but when do I get to start over?
A new life, a new beginning, a new era.
Numb
Artist: Linkin Park Lyrics
Song: Numb Lyrics
i’m tired of being what you want me to be
feeling so faithless
lost under the surface
i don’t know what you’re expecting of me
put under the pressure
of walking in your shoes
[caught in the undertow / just caught in the undertow]
every step that i take is another mistake to you
i’ve
become so numb
i can’t feel you there
become so tired
so much more aware
i’m becoming this
all i want to do
is be more like me
and be less like you
can’t you see that you’re smothering me
holding too tightly
afraid to lose control
cause everything that you thought i would be
has fallen apart right in front of you
[caught in the undertow / just caught in the undertow]
every step that i take is another mistake to you
[caught in the undertow / just caught in the undertow]
and every second i waste is more than i can take
but i know
i may end up failing too
but i know
you were just like me
with someone disappointed in you
Embracing Clouds
Lotus flower, rising so purely,
amongst the muggy waters.
I am a bee buzzing around you,
sucking on your knowledgeable pollen.
Others nearby,
an army of ants waiting for the command.
You are a diamond,
nothing cuts you, nothing breaks you;
A flame, passing itself on.
Before you, love was undefined.
You are the clouds, moving high above.
I want to be the wind that blows through those clouds,
to know the real power you have.
Every step towards you is an inch closer to Him.
Kishorekumar Pardasani
The Truth
Artist: India Arie
Song: The Truth
Spoken : Let me tell you why I love him
Chorus:
Cause he is the truth
Said he is so real
And I love the way that he makes me feel
And if I am a reflection of him then I must be fly cause
Hes light it shines so bright I wouldn’t lie
I remember the very first day I saw him
I found myself immediately intrigued by him
It’s almost like I knew this man from another life
Like back then maybe I was his husband & maybe he was my wife
And even,the things I don’t like about him are fine with me
Because it’s not hard for me to understand him because hes so much like me
And it’s truly my pleasure to share his company
And I know that it’s god’s gift to breathe
Yeah he breathes
Chorus:
Cause he’s the truth
Said he is so real
And I love the way taht he makes me feel
And if I am a reflection if him then I must be fly cause
Hes light it shines so bright I wouldn’t lie
How can the same man that makes me so mad
Do you know what he did-(Spoken)
Turn right around and kiss me so soft
Girl so you know what he did-(Spoken)
If he ever left me I wouldn’t even be sad no
Cause there’s a blessing in every lesson
And I’m glad that I knew him at all
Chrous:
Cause he is the truth
Said he is so real
And I love the way that he makes me feel
And if I am a reflection of him then I must be fly cause
His light it shines so bright
I love the way he speaks
I love the way he thinks
I love the way that he treat his mama
I love that gap in between his teeth
I love him in every way that a woman call love a man
From personal to universal but most of all
It’s unconditional
You know what I’m taking about-(Spoken)
That’s the way I feel
And I always will-(Spoken)
There ain’t no substitute for the truth
Either it is or isn’t
Cause he is the truth
You see the truth it needs no proof
Either it is or it isn’t
Cause he is the truth
Now you know the truth by the way it feels
And if I am a reflection of him then I must be fly
Cause he is yes he is
I wonder does he know -Echoes-
Where is my Lunchbox?
I’ve been thinking recently. You know, those random thoughts about nothing. Where is my lunchbox? I mean, it was one of those things growing up as a kid that I was so terribly attached to. In the young days (yes, I used to be shorter than I am now :-)) I used to have a He-Man or Thundercats lunchbox, you know, the kind made of tin with hinges and opened up like a briefcase?
Then as I got older, I started carrying a mini duffle style makeshift lunchbox. I don’t really remember how I transitioned into that lunchbox, but one semester my mom packed my lunch in there and I took it with. My mom :-). Just the thought of her makes me smile. I miss waiting for her to finish packing my lunch so I could leave for school. My friends were always envious of the extravagant lunches I used to take with me. Maybe that’s why i love food so much today. I mean, all I talk about is food, and how good a cook my mom is, and how good this restaurant is and how great the food is in Hong Kong.
Then as I progressed into Community College, I started taking a flask. You know the kind that keep your food nice and warm. The best food you can take in a flask has got to be my moms spaghetti mixed with soy. I can still picture myself in between classes or at lunch breaks with a real fork, not one of those fake plastic things, just chomping away, content. I can taste it now. Maybe I’ll ask my mom to make that for me next week, you know, for old times sake. She used to pack everything, a fork, a napkin neatly folded diagonally, and a frozen bottle of water. Lunch for one.
In college it was easy living on campus. Food at the cafeteria. No problems. Didn’t taste great but who’s complaining.
Now, it’s mainly buying lunch. Oh how I despise buying lunch every single day. I do make myself lunch once in a while, but it’s not the same as mom’s packed lunch. If I do take lunch, it’s usually wrapped in tinfoil and shoved into a ziplock bag.
Where is my Lunchbox?
Write Often
I make it a point to write something every day, even if it’s only to myself. In fact, it is mostly to myself. How else do I get to know me? And how else do I get to know what I know until I hear what I have to say? The most important conversation in all our worlds is with ourselves. One way to converse is to take two words and then let your mind flow into them, around them and through them, and then out through your pen on to a blank white page. It doesn’t matter what comes -but be sure that you will reveal yourself to yourself, and if you keep doing it I can guarantee you will be astounded by revelation. Start your journal today.