I’d like to blog. I like to write. I have so many things going through my head. But how do I write them all down? Many thoughts are personal and don’t belong in the WWW. Others are too superficial – such subjects are best left to those who actually know what they are talking about.
I could write about my personal experiences, decisions, dreams. I could write about why I’ve begun to eat only vegan food, why I live in Germany, what I love about The Netherlands, where I plan to travel to over the next few months. I could write about social media – my job and biggest hobby. I could write about running and my never-ending knee pain that no orthopedic surgeon seems able to explain or fix.
But who would read all that?
Should writing go unread?
I think I can touch the sky
Swing on the aeroplane trails
If I just climb through the window
We all want it. Boy and girl meet; fall madly in love with each other; live happily ever after.
Where does it come from, this idea of everlasting love? It’s obviously not a new premise (remember Romeo and Juliet?). The question is: Is our premise romantic of love genetically inbred, or is it merely a product of plays and Hollywood films?
The question begs to be asked: The chicken or the egg?
I wish you were here to have breakfast with me
Read the newspaper, drink some coffee
and talk with me
Listen to the birds, what’s happening in the world
Have you heard that song
and did you hear about her
and should we go out for dinner
I just want you here
and the times in between
It’s great to feel happy. Obviously.
As I’m prone to doing, I was just contemplating the big and little things that we all strive for our whole lives. In a recent post it was love. This time it’s happiness.
Music always manages to ‘positivify’ me if I’m feeling crappy and intensify my happiness if I’m already feeling good.
For various reasons, this song, especially this version from Sting’s Berlin concert in 2010 (the full version of which I can’t embed here because this function has been deactivated by the YouTube user) is, for me, pure happiness. I am happy when I hear this song because of great music, because of where I was when it was recorded, and because of who I was with at the time.
Everything is never perfect; everything is not always positive. Unless you choose to see it that way.