





For one so small,you seem so strong My arms will hold you keep you safe and warm This bond between us can’t be broken I will be here don’t you cry----Phil Collins
ARTIST: Ringo Starr and George Harrison TITLE: Photograph
Every time I see your face
It reminds me of the places we used to go
But all I've got is a photograph
And I realize you're not coming back anymore
I thought I'd make it
The day you went away
But I can't make it
'Til you come home again to stay
I can't get used to living here
While my heart is broke, my tears are cried for you
I want you here to have and hold
As the years go by, and we grow old and gray
Now you're expecting me
To live without you
But that's not something
That I'm looking forward to
I can't get used to...
Every time I see...
Walking in shadows and half lit truth we find
fragile are the bonds that bind us together
Illusions are what we want to believe; Reality is the truth un perceived
Fragile are castles built of air. Places we hide in from
Life’s despair.
Illusions are what we want to believe, Reality is the truth yet perceived
Walking in shadows and half lit truth we find
Glories of old always linked to our youth. Tides have changed and now things
grow clearer.
Illusions fade into the myths of time, reality becomes the souls divine
My sweet princess,
Lay down, rest your weary head, sleep.
Dream the dreams I send.
for the dawn comes too soon
and the sun shall call you to labour.
or
The harder you try to keep things the same the faster they seem to change.
All we can do in the midst of all the seemingly random events is to hold on to the ones we love, hold them tight with our hands or in our memories.
I feel we were all born destined to love and be loved and the journey is best when we hold on to that knowledge.
Life knocks you down when you least expect it, sometimes it’s by our own hand that we fall sometimes its just…life. but never have I been down and there wasn’t someone there to offer me comfort.
The choices of our youth sometimes point us to the path our lives take but the path is not fixed, where there is life there is hope.
Its never too late to forgive or ask forgiveness, even at the last breath.
Tough guys do cry.
Family isn’t just the people you are connected to by blood, but by soul.
A harsh word spoken and forgotten a minute later is better then being bitter in silence for years.
Life isn’t perfect and neither are we, that’s what makes us all special.
Being you is better then trying to found out who you are.
Holding hands is better then ice cream.
Hearing the word Daddy every morning is the sweetest sound of all.
The Journey of Imperfection-J.M. Tembelling
It begins with laughter joy and tears and as we grow it seems to lead to pain and all our greatest fears death of loved ones, rejection of love offered and the reality of an all impending adulthood come too soon.
Infant to toddler, toddler to child, child to youth, youth to the place we rush to be but wish to reject once we get there. The place where we cannot hide behind out mothers skirts or climb on our father’s broad shoulders, Adulthood.
It is also where we start our serious search to find that perfect partner, the One with whom our relationship will be like every love story ever written, every love song ever sung and every movie about love ever made. Our search to find the one person that will paper over our own imperfections, our journey is far and winding and at times it seems never ending but one day, maybe at the movies, the mall or maybe sitting down at the bus stop we meet and it seems perfection is there to greet us surrounded by a choir of angels . As our love grows so too the distinct impression that there is no perfection, maybe its his temper maybe its her impatience but the very real journey begins when we discover that the past matters not, the future has yet to be written and all we should hold on to is the very real prospect of losing the now with our obsession of that phantom of literature, perfection .
Minute by minute, hour by hour day by day our journey filled with imperfections makes us understand that in finding someone to paper over our flaws and flakes we have found someone who needs just as much paper as we do
And in the midst of all this imperfection and rude awaking we find that we have found through total serendipity what is perfect both to and for us. A discovery that is there for the taking everyday.
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