Find your core & let go :)

Whoa! So it’s been quite a “very” while since the last post.

However, to be honest, there’s an emotionally imminent metaphor that I’d like to express as of the moment. I wouldn’t have stumbled upon it until I came across this song on the regular “MAX” channel – showcasing some of the 80s videos.

I love the 80s/90s. Like almost anyone and everyone I know who grew up in that time – it seems almost anyone I meet, who grew up around in those times, relate to, literally, all the songs I can imagine/think of :)

Such a blissful feeling I tell you. There’s a reason why they say, music is what truly connects :)

Nevertheless, here’s a song, quite out of the blue – not necessarily expressing my current state of mind, although, most definitely, expressing my nostalgic state of mind (if at all).

Been a while since I posted an audio.

Here you go – you 80s child. Close your eyes, experience the joy of childhood again, find your core and let go :)

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I’ve gotta take a little time
A little time to think things over
I better read between the lines
In case I need it when I’m older

Now this mountain I must climb
Feels like the world upon my shoulders
Through the clouds I see love shine
It keeps me warm as life grows colder

In my life there’s been heartache and pain
I don’t know if I can face it again
Can’t stop now, I’ve traveled so far
To change this lonely life

I wanna know what love is
I want you to show me
I wanna feel what love is
I know you can show me

I’m gonna take a little time
A little time to look around me
I’ve got nowhere left to hide
It looks like love has finally found me

In my life there’s been heartache and pain
I don’t know if I can face it again
Can’t stop now, I’ve traveled so far
To change this lonely life

I wanna know what love is
I want you to show me
I wanna feel what love is
I know you can show me

I wanna know what love is
I want you to show me
(And I wanna feel) I wanna feel what love is
(I know) I know you can show me

(Let’s talk about love) I wanna know what love is
(Love that you feel inside) I want you to show me
(And I’m feeling so much love) I wanna feel what love is
(I know you just can’t hide) I know you can show me

I wanna know what love is
(Let’s talk about love) I want you to show me
(I wanna feel it) I wanna feel what love is (I wanna feel it, too)
(And I know, and I know) I know you can show me

I wanna know what love is (I wanna know)
I want you to show me (I wanna know, I wanna know, I wanna know)
I want to feel what love is (I wanna feel)
I know you can show me

Vindiction

voices

Voices! Tearing, insinuating, agonising, resentful voices!

You try to indulge in something else, in hope of taking them down.

But like sly little creatures, these voices know just when you’ve let your mind at rest for a moment.

And they attack, like a hoard of locusts, infiltrating every sinew in you.

Over time, It’s apparent that the more you push them away, the more that multiply. Like infectious bacteria they dominate and consume your thoughts, your mind, body and maybe eventually, your soul!

I haven’t yet found the cure.

The essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond

matter-of-trust

A little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.
The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter:
“Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don’t fall into the river.”
The little girl said:
“No, Dad. You hold my hand.”
“What’s the difference?” Asked the puzzled father.

“There’s a big difference,” replied the little girl.
“If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go.”

In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond. So hold the hand of the person whom you love rather than expecting them to hold yours.

~Anonymous