Tag: Nelly Furtado

Forgot about Faith…

I fall asleep mysteriously these days…

I snooze everywhere I can and at any given time of the day….

I sit on the couch and its barely noon and I am off before I know it…

Hours later I wake up and it’s almost the end of the day..

In God’s Hands ~ Nelly Furtado

I know its trivial…….

But in the time I have fallen asleep I feel ages have gone by…

and I forget what happened a few hours ago…..

I remember struggling to sleep for years…..

“Now our love’s floating out the window
Our love’s floating out the back door
Our love’s floating up in the sky in heaven
Where it began back in God’s hands”

Life has its poetic moments….and all that implies…….

Walking in the rain yesterday, was mine….

“Our love floated out the window
Our love floated out the back door
Our love floated up in the sky to heaven
It’s part of a plan
It’s back in God’s hands
Back in God’s hands”

Designs….

The more I learn

Quote: “You cannot run away from weakness; you must sometimes fight it out or perish. And if that be so, why not now, and where you stand?”

Robert Louise Stevenson

Instincts…… Survival………Battle…….

Try~ Nelly Furtado

I used to listen to Nelly quite a lot, I liked her better when she had an accent and sang remarkable songs…… I somehow feel the spunk is now diluted in her recent music……The folksy, rural trademark has been commercialised….

“All I know is everything is not as it is sold……but the more I grow the less I know……and I have lived so many lives though I am not old……and the more I see the less I grow……..the fewer the seeds the more I sow” Lyrical Poetry

I like to think each incident in our lives moulds us…..it is like a chisel working on a stone…..each hit adds character…..but we are not aware of what we are intended to be…… will the stone end up on a sidewalk to be tread upon or will the stone adorn a living room as a cherished mantle piece…

“I wish I hadn’t seen all of the realness……and all the real people are really not real at all…..the more I learn the more I learn…..the more I cry the more I cry…..as I say goodbye to the way of life I thought I had designed for me”

We cannot help what we go through, but we can help what we become…..

Will we stick out on that sidewalk and make people trip?…… will we remain scarred and ruin the setting on the mantle?

There are no rights or wrongs……there are choices……

“All of the things we want each other to be, we never will be“

“I’m all I’ll ever be,

But all I can do is try,

Try”