We told each other: "I love you" loud and proud;
Then we dropped our cards on the table.
What you gave was not what I wanted,
and what I did was not what you asked for.
Now you tell me you need to find yourself,
while you're leaving me out to dry.
Even with your hands shackled to mine
you insist that it's your own fight.
...
(C Em7 Dm7 Fmaj7)
Pride is the keeper
to the treasures of your heart.
But nothing could possibly harm you,
if you had nothing to lose from the start.
(Am Em7 Dm7 Fmaj7 G)
This battle of silence
taking a toll on my soul.
So darling now tell me,
Are you enjoying this you fool?
(Am C F D7 E7)
Let your guard down baby
'cos my arm's already around you.
Set your troubles free
and let me dry your tears while I hold you.
Let your pride go baby,
Cos we're no better than each other.
Just two lost mice in this maze:
So come on let's break out together.
Together.....
Together.....
Together.....
Oh together.....
(C Em7 Dm7 Fmaj7)
You're turning a cold shoulder
'cos you're afraid of seeing mine.
And now you can't have my embrace
even when you know you want it.
(Am Em7 Dm7 Fmaj7 G)
I'm still asking "are you happy?"
while you stare at me timidly.
If we both care like we say we do
then damn it maybe we should act like we do!
(Am C F D7 E7)
Let your guard down baby,
Cos my arm's already around you.
Set your troubles free
and let me dry your tears while I hold you.
Let your pride go baby,
Cos we're no better than each other.
Just two lost mice in this maze:
So come on let's break out together.
Together.....
Together.....
Let's get out of the gutter together,
and make something beautiful...
Let's get out of the gutter together,
and make something beautiful...
Make something beautiful.....
Oh... beautiful....
Oh... beautiful....
...
Driving through the highways of our minds
There's a fence to my left with posts far apart
I see letters written on those posts
As I pass by each one, I read them out:
There: what I wanted to say;
and there: what I actually said;
oh and there: what I thought I said;
and there: what you thought I said...
Oh here: what you wish I'd said;
and here: what I wish I'd said;
and here: what you wish I'd done;
oh and here: what I wish I'd done...
They're all too far apart...
Monday, 21 May 2012
Tuesday, 8 May 2012
Operational Philosophy
When you're thinking, just think. When you're feeling, just feel. Don't let feelings get in the way of thoughts, and don't let
thoughts get in the way of feelings. The transition between thinking
and feeling should be as smooth and effortless as possible.
The only risk worth taking is the one that lies right in front of you. Creating artificial risks is a sign of boredom, which is in turn a sign that you're not really living.
Identify the freedom that exists within the mind: hold onto it, expand it and stay safely in it. Remember: loss of freedom is asphyxiation.
When
you lose hope, then you lose everything. In the state of hopelessness, a
tiny push can send you into oblivion. If, God forbid, you do not have
the ability to create hope out of hopelessness, then you can only pray
someone is there to get you out. When you DO manage to find hope, then
hold on to it with your dear life, because that may well be the only thing
you have going. Creating (or finding) hope out of hopelessness is the
most powerful method of survival, and it is worth giving your life to
perfecting it.
For every emotion I am currently feeling, if there is a clear explanation for it, and if there is an action plan, then I'm happy.
Whatever you do or say, don't do it because you think it's right; do it because you fucking mean it.
As long as you do not assume any malice in my intent, I am happy to be with you.
Try to accept everything without prejudice. If you can't, then try harder. If you still can't, then try even harder. If you still fucking can't, then try even fucking harder. If you still... oh shit I'm dead.
When you are confronted with a problem, focus on the difficulty of the solution rather than the bigness of the problem. Sometimes you'll be amazed by how deceptively simple the solution is compared to the problem.
Every shitty thing people do to me is a valuable lesson in what I should not do to other people. So every time you do something shitty to me, you are basically gifting me with an opportunity to become better than you.
Use ideology only as a tool for guiding best practice, not as a yardstick for judgment.
Men should be men. And women should be women. But more importantly than both: we should all strive to be human. Cherishing life - that's what all of us must do.
Don't hold onto power, glory or money. Why hold onto things that could be gone any moment? Do hold onto things that are infallible and timeless: integrity, the will to live, and the will to love.
No my friend. They haven't rejected you. They're just chicken shit to accept you.
In telling the truth, there is an unspoken responsibility of being sensitive to how much truth the other person can handle. One can only handle as much truth as one is comfortable to digest, plus maybe a little more.
Assume the best in people and things. Don't be afraid of disappointment. Don't let that fear stop you from trying harder. Don't let that fear stop you from knowing someone better.
Having a genuine sense of humour is basically having the courage to admit that your whole life could turn out to be a joke.
It feels painful because it's harder. And it's harder because it's better.
Whether you feel anxious, depressed, angry or scared.... At the end of the day it's just pain. You'll get over it.
Sometimes all it takes is somebody who has more faith in you than you have in yourself.
There's nothing more thrilling and satisfying than being able to honestly express myself in the face of adversity.
The only risk worth taking is the one that lies right in front of you. Creating artificial risks is a sign of boredom, which is in turn a sign that you're not really living.
Identify the freedom that exists within the mind: hold onto it, expand it and stay safely in it. Remember: loss of freedom is asphyxiation.
To survive is to have hope.
Hell is eternal hopelessness. What's just as terrifying as hell is a state of apparent hopelessness.
Hell is eternal hopelessness. What's just as terrifying as hell is a state of apparent hopelessness.
For every emotion I am currently feeling, if there is a clear explanation for it, and if there is an action plan, then I'm happy.
Whatever you do or say, don't do it because you think it's right; do it because you fucking mean it.
As long as you do not assume any malice in my intent, I am happy to be with you.
Try to accept everything without prejudice. If you can't, then try harder. If you still can't, then try even harder. If you still fucking can't, then try even fucking harder. If you still... oh shit I'm dead.
When you are confronted with a problem, focus on the difficulty of the solution rather than the bigness of the problem. Sometimes you'll be amazed by how deceptively simple the solution is compared to the problem.
Every shitty thing people do to me is a valuable lesson in what I should not do to other people. So every time you do something shitty to me, you are basically gifting me with an opportunity to become better than you.
Use ideology only as a tool for guiding best practice, not as a yardstick for judgment.
Men should be men. And women should be women. But more importantly than both: we should all strive to be human. Cherishing life - that's what all of us must do.
Don't hold onto power, glory or money. Why hold onto things that could be gone any moment? Do hold onto things that are infallible and timeless: integrity, the will to live, and the will to love.
No my friend. They haven't rejected you. They're just chicken shit to accept you.
In telling the truth, there is an unspoken responsibility of being sensitive to how much truth the other person can handle. One can only handle as much truth as one is comfortable to digest, plus maybe a little more.
Assume the best in people and things. Don't be afraid of disappointment. Don't let that fear stop you from trying harder. Don't let that fear stop you from knowing someone better.
Having a genuine sense of humour is basically having the courage to admit that your whole life could turn out to be a joke.
It feels painful because it's harder. And it's harder because it's better.
Whether you feel anxious, depressed, angry or scared.... At the end of the day it's just pain. You'll get over it.
Sometimes all it takes is somebody who has more faith in you than you have in yourself.
There's nothing more thrilling and satisfying than being able to honestly express myself in the face of adversity.
Death of solitude
I used to think, for a long time, that I am a solitary animal. I thought my happiest moments come from being alone, and that friendship and company were accessories to an already fulfilling life. Now my views have started to shift. I am beginning to realise that my definition of "alone-ness" in fact makes so many assumptions about the circumstances around it, and those circumstances in the end involve other people. In fact my propensity for alone-ness stems more from an aversion to less-than-perfect friendships and taxing company, rather than from an authentic desire for solitude. Of course it is easier to get things done my way when I am alone; it is easier to satisfy my needs when they do not get in the way of others'; it is easier to be free of moral obligations when there is nobody around to upset or harm. But what use is a life lived solely by the self, for the self? What interactions with the external world can I have that are fulfilling enough to last me the rest of my life without bringing me despair? Will such a life have any meaning? In a sense a life lived deliberately away from human contact is a life that shuns the essential hardship of humanity. Only by learning how to exist with other men and women in harmony are we able to completely learn the true values of being human. If God wanted us to be solitary, self-serving creatures, then he would have made us entirely self-sufficient: our bodies would never go hungry, never run out of energy, and be self-healing. In essence, we would never die, and thus never need to reproduce. Love would cease to have meaning because there would be no need for two self-sustainable beings to connect. When love loses meaning, is there anything left that is worth living for?
Because we, in the end, are not self-sufficient and do need to depend on each other in order to survive, it inevitably follows that we MUST be able to work together in order to sustain our meaningful existence. One who chooses to live only for himself is effectively in denial of his reality, be it actively or passively. It is simply impossible to live alone: as long as you exist, you are already dependent on thousands of other things that continue your existence through to the next second.
Because we, in the end, are not self-sufficient and do need to depend on each other in order to survive, it inevitably follows that we MUST be able to work together in order to sustain our meaningful existence. One who chooses to live only for himself is effectively in denial of his reality, be it actively or passively. It is simply impossible to live alone: as long as you exist, you are already dependent on thousands of other things that continue your existence through to the next second.
Monday, 24 October 2011
Thoughts
The word "talent" is too often abused in order to give oneself more
credit than is due, and to excuse oneself from trying harder.
An artist is like a fool who understands the truth.
We would be twice as beautiful if only half of our effort that went into looking good could instead go into doing something good.
I will never be able to love anyone more than I love myself. And I will never be able to love myself more than I love Love itself. I'm perpetually in love with Love.
Honey, you DO have a kind heart. You just don't know how to use it.
Art criticism is a funny beast. To be honest, life feels too short to be deconstructing things that are sufficiently beautiful in and of themselves.
Love has three layers: the top layer is sweet, the bottom layer is bitter, and the middle layer is terrifyingly profound.
Honesty is indeed such a lonely word. We have somehow managed to create a society that makes it terribly difficult to see things just as they are and to express ourselves just as we like. What could possibly go wrong if we allowed those two things? In what way could this possibly make it any worse than it is now?
Some apply their creativity into making good things happen; some others into imagining how things could go wrong.
The only thing that stands in the way of shoving my fist into your throat is the possibility that, maybe, just maybe, you're fighting a harder battle, and the inescapable fact that I, despite everything about you that I loathe, can't stop caring about you.
Is this what they call Love?
It's easy to love someone who is nice. It's easy to love anyone when things are going well. It's easy to love when you are self-sufficient and everything you need is there for you. But when the odds are against you - could you still love? When you are being hated or ignored - could you still love? When your love is unwanted, neglected or even hurting someone - could you still love? How far are you willing to go, just in order to be able to love?
I'm beginning to think that artistic maturity is about learning that you're really not that unique in terms of what you suffer from, yet you are undoubtedly unique in terms of what you yearn to express.
No matter how busy you are, the biggest challenge is always not in finding time, but in finding the energy to commit.
When you have 500 million dollars more than you will ever need, aren't you contributing to 500 million dollars worth of suffering in the rest of the world by keeping it to yourself?
I am only as creative as however many paths there are that people have not travelled. But I am also only as creative as however many of such paths lead to the truth.
Try saying "your income" fast. It's what you get after getting pissed and watching way too much late night television.
I am no different from a child in that I ask "why?" to everything. The only difference between me and a child is that I know when to stop asking before pissing someone off.
They could take away your pride; they could take away your possessions; they could take away your liberty; and they could even take away your life. But they can NEVER, I mean never, take away your spirit. That is until YOU give it away. So my friend, never lose your spirit. Or you are worse off than dead.
Remember. You remain only as a piece of meat and a waste of space until you actually DO anything worthwhile.
It makes life easier to accept that you're a hypocrite and still try to be good, than to hold on to your high chair and pretend adamantly that you are morally infallible. Cos you're not, dude.
The truth hurts... as long as you keep biting your own tongue.
We all need an odometer in our lives: a way of constantly reminding you how far you still are from where you want to be and yet how far you've managed to come since you first began.
An artist is like a fool who understands the truth.
We would be twice as beautiful if only half of our effort that went into looking good could instead go into doing something good.
I will never be able to love anyone more than I love myself. And I will never be able to love myself more than I love Love itself. I'm perpetually in love with Love.
Honey, you DO have a kind heart. You just don't know how to use it.
Art criticism is a funny beast. To be honest, life feels too short to be deconstructing things that are sufficiently beautiful in and of themselves.
Love has three layers: the top layer is sweet, the bottom layer is bitter, and the middle layer is terrifyingly profound.
Honesty is indeed such a lonely word. We have somehow managed to create a society that makes it terribly difficult to see things just as they are and to express ourselves just as we like. What could possibly go wrong if we allowed those two things? In what way could this possibly make it any worse than it is now?
Some apply their creativity into making good things happen; some others into imagining how things could go wrong.
The only thing that stands in the way of shoving my fist into your throat is the possibility that, maybe, just maybe, you're fighting a harder battle, and the inescapable fact that I, despite everything about you that I loathe, can't stop caring about you.
Is this what they call Love?
It's easy to love someone who is nice. It's easy to love anyone when things are going well. It's easy to love when you are self-sufficient and everything you need is there for you. But when the odds are against you - could you still love? When you are being hated or ignored - could you still love? When your love is unwanted, neglected or even hurting someone - could you still love? How far are you willing to go, just in order to be able to love?
I'm beginning to think that artistic maturity is about learning that you're really not that unique in terms of what you suffer from, yet you are undoubtedly unique in terms of what you yearn to express.
No matter how busy you are, the biggest challenge is always not in finding time, but in finding the energy to commit.
When you have 500 million dollars more than you will ever need, aren't you contributing to 500 million dollars worth of suffering in the rest of the world by keeping it to yourself?
I am only as creative as however many paths there are that people have not travelled. But I am also only as creative as however many of such paths lead to the truth.
Try saying "your income" fast. It's what you get after getting pissed and watching way too much late night television.
I am no different from a child in that I ask "why?" to everything. The only difference between me and a child is that I know when to stop asking before pissing someone off.
They could take away your pride; they could take away your possessions; they could take away your liberty; and they could even take away your life. But they can NEVER, I mean never, take away your spirit. That is until YOU give it away. So my friend, never lose your spirit. Or you are worse off than dead.
Remember. You remain only as a piece of meat and a waste of space until you actually DO anything worthwhile.
It makes life easier to accept that you're a hypocrite and still try to be good, than to hold on to your high chair and pretend adamantly that you are morally infallible. Cos you're not, dude.
The truth hurts... as long as you keep biting your own tongue.
We all need an odometer in our lives: a way of constantly reminding you how far you still are from where you want to be and yet how far you've managed to come since you first began.
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