Pray for You

My favourite lyrics for the moment:

"Pray for You" by Jaron and the Long Road to Love

Haven't been in church since
I don't remember when
Things were going great
Til they fell apart again
So I listened to the preacher
As he told me what to do
Said you cant go hating others
who done wrong to you
Sometimes we get angry
But we must not condemn
Let the good Lord do his job
And you just pray for them

I pray your brakes go out
Running down a hill
I pray a flower pot falls
From a window sill
And knocks you in the head like I'd like to
I pray your birthday comes and nobody calls
I pray your flying high when your engine stalls
I pray all your dreams never come true
Just know wherever you are
Honey, I pray for you

Really glad I found my way to church
Cause I'm already feeling better and I thank God for the words
So I'm gonna take the high road
And do what the preacher told me to do
You keep messing up
And Ill keep praying for you

I pray your tire blows out at 110
I pray you pass out with your best friend
And wake up with his and her tattoos

Wherever you are, near or far, in your house or in your car
Wherever you are honey, I pray for you.

The Breaking of the Ice Escapes Unnoticed in My Numb State

You're not the only one whose defenses are down, so let me in
let me inside of your innermost feelings
and you just might find that you've always been the able person that you are
once you get a hold of yourself back
once you get a grip on the facts

when the breaking of the ice escapes unnoticed in my numb state
I've evolved blind ears and dead eyes
but the wall keeps closing in
and I keep shrinking and thinking like
I'll be better of out of here than further on my drunken escapade

You're not the only one whose defenses are down, so let me in
maybe together we'll somehow find
utopia
in a place where we can't see
but it'll be good enough for we'll still feel
and that is all that matters in the end
that we can feel
that I can feel what you can feel

so whisper ever so softly and let the wind carry
I'll snatch it up and float it up
where I'm sure everyone will notice
that the broken shards of ice are insignificant
and worthy not of my thoughts
no worthy not of my thoughts
at all

Rinse

I've found that hardship is a trademark of life. Often it is defined and experienced in a great variety of ways by people from all walks of life. But those differences do not matter. What's important is that you have the will to get yourself through it all - whatever barrier may come your way. Come what may, come what may.

On this post I thought I'd share a spark of my thoughts on one of life's many lessons. I'd like to talk about learning to let things be.

Because though I've advised it to several of my friends, I am now finding it difficult to enact.

Learning to let things be, especially when you're on the edges of your patience - is not a piece of cake. 'Tis miserably hard, and emotionally challenging. I talk in particular, of learning to let things be when your character is slowly slaughtered, bit by bit.

In the middle of everything, you pause and look around to find, that you're stuck in something close to virtual reality - because truthfully, there is not much that you can do to ease the situation. Save for having done with it all, and run.

I have not made any confirmation as to what steps I should take, but suffice it to say that I feel like what I am sorely, and most dearly tempted to do, would make a coward out of myself. Would make me the one shamed. Which is a ridiculous thought, really.

I'm not making much sense methinks, here. I guess this is what happens when one tries to sort out one's very, very, messy, muddled thoughts.

What it means to be free

The clock reads 2:27am, and I am wide awake still. 'Tis not unusual, for I am known for my bat-like habits. What is unusual is some of the major reasons why I am wide awake.

I am swimming in deep thoughts - occasionally going down under, and I'll come up for air, just to keep myself alive. The cool soothing water that floats by heals inner wounds, but I wasn't born with gills, and webbed my feet are not. So swim I must.

The music playing in the back ground is "New Heights" by A Fine Frenzy. Not exactly the most relaxed set of tunes to accompany me tonight, but somehow it fits nicely.

Random though this surely will be, I need to ask: what does it mean to be free?

Is it free from guilt? Free from burdens? Free to do anything one wants? Free to speak? Free to breathe? Free from slavery? What?

I don't believe its any of the above that sets the true definition for free.

After tonight, what I believe is that, to be free, is to be able to live, just as you are, and trust in the Almighty, that even after everything and what is yet to come, you'll be OK. You'll be alright.

Match Me If You Can

My Motto of the day, week and possibly month going into year:

"Successful people create their own reality, Annabelle. Grab the ball and get in the game."
Heath Champion (Harley Davidson Campione) to Annabelle Granger in 'Match Me If You Can' by Susan Elizabeth Phillips.

Are you seeing clearly?

I came across this post while stumbling, and found it to be one of the most insightful things I've ever had the chance to read.

The post, which consist of 10 subjects, essentially talks of every day heroes, and explains exactly what they did or what had happened. This particular subject was Aron Ralston, who apparently had cut off his own arm in order to survive. Why he ended up in the predicament of having to cut off one of his body parts in the first place was because he'd been climbing/hiking or something, and some time during which, he got stuck by a boulder. After days without water and food, Aron was desperate and thus, decided to cut off his arm.

When I read the post, I had agreed with what the writer said about Aron - that he was brave, and that he is perhaps one of the few true survivors among humans. How many of us would dare to make that choice when faced with extreme situations like that? I doubt I would do that to survive.

But as I read the comments to the post, one struck me in particular. This guy, said this:

"This man is a moron, and i kinda wish he died so we wouldnt have to deal with his stupidity any further, or better yet he had no knife so he could chew his arm off. By dying we could have still used him as an example of how not to have fun in the wilderness. 1) You should never go out alone, A pair is OK but not ideal because if anything happens it leaves the person in trouble while the other goes for help, Three or more people is ideal. 2) Never go out without telling someone where your going (which includes your route) when you are leaving and when you should be returning/ hear from them again. I know little kids who know better than this fucktard (albeit they are cubscouts). Be Prepared."


Weird as it may make me look, I actually laughed out loud. Because after I read this, I found myself agreeing with his opinion for the most part. I mean - the guy's logic makes sense.

On the other hand though, this post serves as a perfect example of how people will always have different views on everything. The one who wrote the post, wrote from the viewpoint of survival - of having the braveness to act against desperate odds. The one who commented, wrote from a more objective, logical viewpoint of being sensible. And if you think about it, the guy who commented would seem to be the more correct - since he raises valid points which we should take notice of, and which should actually be glaringly obvious for 'survival' purposes.

So I give kudos to the guy who commented. Had I not scrolled down the page, I would have missed the point.