passion

have you ever done something that you're surprisingly good at... and you liked or better yet loved doing it... and after which you get a sense of fulfillment... a feeling of happiness... even bliss perhaps... then probably you've found something that you are passionate about... perhaps passion isn't as mercurial as it sometimes perceived to be... it is something that you don't even have to think about... it flows... sometimes it can be messy... but there is purpose and creativity even in chaos... it feels like you're in a zone and everything that surrounds you just dances along to your beat... it may not always be easy... but it's something that you will keep doing because it inspires you to go on whether you succeed or not... it energizes you and ignites the people around you... it magnetizes and attracts people and encourages them to seek out their own... passion gives purpose to life... as it has in mine... and I am grateful to have found it... and I know I will continue to share it with the world...

for those that are still seeking it... never give up... for those who have found it... may you continue to live it out and inspire people to do so as well...

creativity

the answer lies in creativity... but where does creativity come from... in ancient times it is said to be bestowed upon by the gods thru muses... and in spirituality it is breathed upon like the Holy Spirit... probably the etymology of the word inspiration... for anything that can be created in this world... from thoughts to actions...

but as I delve deeper... I ponder as to the source of this... why begin anew... what could be its purpose... and I think the answer falls to passion or to a more profound term... love... it is with this love for the arts or music... the love for philosophy and people... that we can be truly creative... it seems logical that all things were born out of One's Great Love... and therefore solutions can come from love... however what happens when love does not exist... or when it is forgotten or lost... the tendency to ruin... to rot... to decay... all these processes begin as we begin to lose sight of love... when we do not feel its presence... its warmth in our hearts... numbness allows us to passively... while hatred actively brings destruction to what we have started or what we have created... 

however all is not lost... if love indeed stems from an unending and limitless source... then there will always be room for new inspiration and thus creation... and the goal in the end would be to probably find this everlasting fountain and stay near it... keep it close and keep ourselves nourished with this love... and any obstacles that lay before us... will become mere illusions of our fear and insecurity... and the solutions to life's problems will come with ease... as life... love continues...

just friends

There she goes again, the girl I'm in love with
It's cool, we're just friends, we walk the halls at school
We know it casual, it's cool, we're just

I don't want to lead you on
No, but the truth is I've grown fond, yeah

Everyone knows it's meant to be
Falling in love, just you and me
Till the end of time, till I'm on her mind, it'll happen

I've been making lots of plans
Like a picket fence and a rose garden
I just keep on dreaming

But it's cool 'cause we're just friends

Small talk on IM, just one word sentences
It's cool, we're just friends
If I had my way, we'd talk and talk all day, yeah

Everyone knows it's meant to be
Falling in love, just you and me
Till the end of time, till I'm on her mind, it'll happen

I've been making lots of plans
Like a picket fence and a rose garden
I just keep on dreaming

But it's cool 'cause we're just friends

Thinking about how, we're gonna say our vows
It's cool we're just friends, she walks down the aisle
Seeing my face smile 'cause now, we're more than friends

Everyone knows it's meant to be
Falling in love, just you and me
Till the end of time, till I'm on your mind, it'll happen

We've been making lots of plans
Like a picket fence and a rose garden
I just keep on dreaming

Just keep on thinking about when we used to be just friends

(La, la, la, la)
(La, la, la, la)
(La, la, la, la, la)
When we used to be, when we used to be

(La, la, la, la)
(La, la, la, la)
Just friends
(La, la, la, la, la)
When we used to be just friends

time

Fascinated by every grain of sand that falls in an hourglass...I ponder as to how significant each one is... Sometimes it feels as if the sheer quantity of sand in that container is enough to make a grain feel unimportant... I soon realize that every time a grain falls it represents part of the whole and that precious moment can never be taken away... The same picture comes to mind when you stack dominoes standing one in front of the other... if you take a piece out one can never make the whole set fall down... The connectedness of the string of events is crucial to viewing the whole... The part becomes the whole and the whole becomes the part... I say this now because much as people would want to change certain things in their lives... they will soon realize that in an effort to do so will affect everything else in their life... When one wishes to put things in their right places... certainly changes the order of how beautiful things have already been laid out... If this were true... then perhaps one has to merely wait for the right grain of sand to fall... And in that proper time... everything is perfect...

somebody loved

Somebody Loved - The Weepies
From the OST of Dirty Sexy Money


Rain turns the sand into mud
Wind turns the trees into bone
Stars turning high up above
You turn me into somebody loved

Nights when the heat had gone out
We danced together alone
Cold turned our breath into clouds
We never said what we were dreaming of
But you turned me into somebody loved

Someday when we're old and worn
Like two softened shoes
I will wonder on how I was born
The night I first ran away from you

Now my feet turn the corner back home
Sun turns the evening to rose
Stars turning high up above
You turn me into somebody loved

i feel bad

I should be out in that driveway
Stoppin' you
Tears should be rollin' down
My cheek
And I don't know why
But I'm not fallin' apart like I usually do
And how the thought of losin' you's
Not killin me

[chorus]
I feel bad
That I can stand here strong,
Cold as stone
Seems so wrong, I can't explain it
Maybe it's just I've cried so much
I'm tired and I'm numb, baby I hate it
I feel bad
That I don't feel bad

I could let myself be angry over
Wasted time
And sad about just throwin' love away
Yeah, I almost wish my heart
Was breaking
But I can't lie
All I want to do is turn the page

[chorus]

Bitter, alone
I just feel it's time - time to
Move on
I just gotta move on and on and
On and on - yeah

Maybe it's just I've cried so much
I'm tired and I'm numb
Oh baby, I hate it
I feel bad

That I don't feel bad

No, I don't feel bad