Songs of love

I admire people who can write poetries of love or songs that speak of love so beautifully that it makes you wanna cry. I don't think I can ever do that. Maybe love is something that is too complex to be understood completely or maybe it's never meant to be understood but felt. How does one write of things that one do not understand ? I guess on earth we may never be able to find complete love, it is oftentimes marred by selfishness, terms and conditions, fears, sorrows, disappointments, etc. 

I don't know why recently I've this desire to write a song but have no idea where to begin, or where to draw the inspirations from. 

Thunderstorms

You know I love the thunderstorms,

When the dark clouds hang low,

The skies are grey,

And the raindrops glisten as they fall

And land on my face.

Pitter patter splatter,

The water swells around my feet,

And I listen, and I listen,

To the sounds of the rain,

And my heart beats

To its constant rhythm.

The unbearable lightness of being-Milan Kundera

I was really taken with the writing style of Kundera. The clever and original way he constructed his sentences. The story was quite captivating at the beginning but I didn't get like the last few chapters. It just felt a bit hasty and disjointed. It was nonetheless a good read despite the feeling that the story didn't go anywhere. The main characters were Tomas and Tereza and was set in Prague. Tomas was a surgeon who fell strangely and quickly in love with Tereza. Tomas was however a philanderer and Tereza, remained with him despite knowing his transgressions. And then there were Sabina and Franz. Franz was married to a prideful Marie-Claude and Sabina was his artist lover, and who was also the lover of Tomas. Franz has strange admirations for people from countries with a history of revolution. He thought persecution, prison, banned books, etc were exciting and perhaps, romantic. But Sabina, having lived through all these, had distaste for them. 

I agree with the sentiments of Franz. Sometimes I too admire and wonder what kind of person I would be, if I had been borne in a country with say, a history of wars, Revolution, or communism. Would I still be the same person that i am? Or would I be me no more ? 

To sum it up, definitely a book worth reading for its unconventionality. 

One too many mornings

Simple but beautiful song.fun playing it as well.   Ralph mctell's version is actually better than Dylan's but too bad it couldn't be found on YouTube and only on spotify. The next best thing I could find was a cover : http://youtu.be/Ql7jTDhm9XY

Antoine de saint exupery the life of death of the little prince- Paul Webster

Finished the book some time ago but never got around to writing about it. The biography is quite well-written in the sense that it not only talked about Antoine but also about the wars in france and antoine's political views. I am just amazed by the passion he had for flying and how he realized his destiny at a young age. It also amused me how despite the difficult and volatile relationship he had with his wife, Consuelo, they stayed together. The relationship drove him into depression and yet, the love he had for her remained. How strange and toxic love could be. Anyway he kinda struck me as a all or nothing man, from the way he would re-write his books over and over again, trying to perfect them, to wanting only to fly (although he eventually started writing) his entire life (he eventually died while flying). But I would think he was a difficult man to be with although he was the clown amongst his co-workers. He would call his friends up in the middle of the night just for them to give input for his novels, or just to discuss an idea. I think he just got so caught up and excited by his own ideas that nothing, not even courtesy and etiquette, could stop him in his tracks. I have admiration for such people though to have such burning passion and zest for the things they love. 

Head over heels

I wonder why you never knew,

That it is in you I found myself.

The heart it chases after you

Over and over again I fell

Head over heels. 

I guess you would never know

Because your eyes were never casted upon me.

And yet love, it strangely grows

Over and over again, the heart's pleas,

They fell on deaf ears.

How hard I've ran after you,

But you just kept on moving

I could never catch up

You belong to the day

And me the night. 

Boldness

The most salient message I got out of the church camp was boldness. I was afraid of being prayed for, afraid of praying for someone because I was afraid of getting too emotional, afraid that I would cry in front of others.

And then it sorta hit me why I have always said that I'd never met with any adversities in life and that my life did not have any ups and downs. It is only because I've always chosen the easiest route even if I knew it was not the best one. Sometimes I was afraid of making difficult decisions because I did not want to be pushed out of my comfort zone and I would just drift with whatever came my way, aimlessly.