I’ve been a fan of French DJ David Guetta ever since 2007’s “Pop Life“. His latest album seems to me a bit more “dance heavy”, but his songs can always put a smile on my face.

Its complicated, It always is
That’s just the way it goes
Feels like I waited so long for this
I wonder if it shows?

“Being Is Enough

We are not always clear about what we are experiencing, or why.

In the midst of grief, transition, transformation, learning, healing, or discipline – it’s difficult to have perspective.

That’s because we have not learned the lesson yet. We are in the midst of it. The gift of clarity has not yet arrived.

Our need to control can manifest itself as a need to know exactly what’s going on. We cannot always know. Sometimes, we need to let ourselves be and trust that clarity will come later, in retrospect.

If we are confused, that is what we are supposed to be. The confusion is temporary. We shall see. The lesson, the purpose, shall reveal itself – in time, in its own time.

It will all make perfect sense – later.

Today, I will stop straining to know what I don’t know, to see what I can’t see, to understand what I don’t yet understand. I will trust that being is sufficient, and let go of my need to figure things out.“

I won’t be posting for some time, I’m sorry. I will let you know how it turns out.

Thanks for your time.

Somewhere along these trillions of building blocks, thought processes, memory, conciousness and unconciousness, emotion and imagination arise as different cells in the body, and perhaps entirely independent living beings, connect and comunicate. And we willingly give up control of our life to the chatter that goes on within us.

There are a lot of different philosophical, religious and scientific explanations of where the “mind” comes from and whether it is separated (dualism) or one with the body (monism), but this isn’t really what I wanted to talk about. I wanted to talk about regaining control of your mind.

When you think too much you lose contact with reality. Fear, anguish, anger, passion are real feelings, but in our (usually vain) attempt to control them, to shape them, we get lost in our minds. We think about the “problem” until our mind becomes the problem. We think so much that it physically damages us and our heads and bodies ache.

I find that when I reach the point of no return I have to shut down. Find a quiet place and forget about everything else. For me this usually means being alone. No computer, no TV, no cell phones, no tarot cards, no books even. Give up control of my life for some time and just be… breathe and let the emotions flow through. It’s unconfortable in the beginning, because we are not used to it. Gradually my heartbeat settles down and time flows once again at a leasurely pace. Fear, anguish and anger disappear, as do any plans and expectations for the future. They’re not real, only the moment is real.

People around tend to think I’m depressed, sad, isolated, when in fact I feel overflowing joy once the mind begins to quiet down. I feel the sun on my face as it rises, the light which fills the room, that magical hour when the birds sing louder than the cars. And I feel love, everyday I feel love.

This is how I move on.

Bad Day
Lookin for a way, home
Lookin for the great escape
Gets in his car and drives away
Far from all the things that we are

The familiarity with which the supernatural occurrence was received was of course the consequence of such occurrences being normal at that time, before the real and unreal were segregated for ever and doomed to live apart under different monarchs and separate legal systems.

Reminds me how grateful I am to know people who are able to bridge that gap and bring magic back into mine and other people’s worlds.

Thanks for your time.

- From Love me, love my fool: Thoughts from a psychoanalyst’s notebook by Theodore Isaac Rubin

Discovered while surfing Contrarywise.

“I know what she is, because she is still the way I was. She loves me until it no longer serves her to love me. She adores me, until the time not to adore me arrives. So it is my business to make sure that time is long in coming. Because I do not love her in that way. The love I have for her knows that the well-being of the beloved matters more than that of the lover, because love is selflessness. She does not know that, I think. I would die for her, but she would not die for me.”
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“He did not use the word ‘love’. For the last time in his life he wondered if he had wasted his love on a woman who only gave her love until it was time to take it back. He set the thought aside. He had given his heart this once in his life and counted himself blessed to have had the chance to do so. The question of whether she was worthy of his love had no meaning. His heart had answered that question long ago.”

Thanks for your time.

I wish I had more time to write at the moment. Love this song ever since I heard it for the first time… less than a month ago. Still part of the “series”, its by one of the best portuguese lyricists out there, Manel Cruz. A really nice chap as well. Since I dont’ have time to write everything there is to say about it, I’ll go ahead and embed a video with the whole lyric, for your enjoyment.

Thanks for your time.