No Solution…

Hmm Goo Goo Dolls, someone asked the question the other day “Where are they?”

I do not know where this band has disappeared to….

But here is one of their most underrated songs……. I know people go “Oh Iris is a classic” but honestly this song does it for me……

Here is gone ~ Goo Goo Dolls

“I got my defenses , when it comes to your intentions to me”

I cannot inflate ego’s …….people call it my weakness…..but I say its one of my strengths……..I am not sold easily sorry….Incessant unessasary flattery is not my cup of tea…..nor does it work on me

“I’m not the one who broke you, I’m not the one you should fear”

I know its out there

Respect for strangers or people I barely know doesn’t come easy for me…. (except people over a certain age group)….You have to earn it….to get it…..being civil doesn’t mean I respect…..

“And I won’t tempt to be , all you need”

Generalization…..Biased opinions……Narrow outlook….

“And I was not the answer so forget ,if you ever thought it was me”

After having looked down on me or people like me……do not ever expect to be “looked up to”

“I am no solution, to this sound of dispollution in me”

One word Humility

It will take you a long way……

A Please or A Thank you or A Sorry will not make you any less of a person….

“Somehow here is gone……..”

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”