Another season Another change Two hearts are breaking With no one to blame

Just because it’s a gray and rainy day outside. I look out my office window and see brown and orange leaves on the trees and on the ground. Perfect day for curling up in a blanket in front of a warm fire… that is, if you weren’t stupid enough to go to work the day before Thanksgiving 🙂

CALL ME by Dennis deYoung

Rain began to fall softly
As she gazed around the room
Even now she wondered what went wrong
A letter in her hand trembled
As she placed it by the phone
All at once there were footsteps by the door
She didn’t want a confrontation
To tear them apart
She wasn’t sure of all the feelings
Racing through her heart

I looked into her eyes
Knowing something wasn’t right
And suddenly the tears began to show
Babe, I know that it’s wrong
But you know I’m really not that strong
How I wish I could tell you that I am
But before I even read this letter
I want you to stay,
But if I see your mind’s made up
There’s one thing I’ve got to say

You can call me
Baby if you ever change your mind
Believe me when I say to you
Anytime will be alright
You can call me
Only seven numbers on the phone
Maybe we can talk things over
You’re never that far from home
No, no, no baby you’re not alone

Another season
Another change
Two hearts are breaking
With no one to blame
I know the reasons
You want to go
But if you find that you still want me
There’s one thing that you know

You can call me
Baby if you ever change your mind
Believe me when I say to you
Anytime will be alright
You can call me
Only seven numbers on the phone
Maybe we can talk things over
You’re never that far from home
No, no, no baby you’re not alone

Pandora’s Box

I don’t know why I do these things sometimes…

Sometimes I do something that inadvertently leads to one thing then another and before you know it, I’m bawling my eyes out. And it’s not even because I’m PMSing. Today, I blame Pandora. My newly created station added to the events of the last few days just put me in a maudlin mood.

I don’t know what prompted me in the first place, but yesterday, I found a box of letters in the back of my closet that set me off down memory lane. I started thinking of how much time has passed, how some hurts remain while some has faded away. The things we’ve lost, the things we’ve gained and the lessons learned… there’s so many of them after a while.

Then today, just now actually, I don’t know what prompted me but I started rummaging through my online closet, Photobucket. I hadn’t looked at the photos from my grandmother’s funeral in months and I don’t know why, but today I decided I would. Wouldn’t you know it, as soon as I start viewing the photos…. Somewhere Over the Rainbow starts playing on Pandora. It gave me goosebumps and brought tears to my eyes. You see, Somewhere over the Rainbow is what we played to send my grandmother off on her final journey.

Is it a coincidence? Serendipity? or an Omen?

Love Hurts But It’s Ohh so Good!

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ” Maybe we should be just friends ” turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”

Source: The Sandman by Neil Gaiman

Horrible it may be, but love is also one of the most intense and memorable emotion we will ever experience in our lifetime. That is, if we are lucky enough to find it. It’s hard to believe that there could be anyone in the world who has not ever been madly and crazy in love with anyone but I guess anything is possible.

Love does hurt… even in the throes of it when you would think you should be ecstatic, it hurts. It hurts in a good way. It hurts in a physical kind of way. It lets us know we’re alive and living. Most people don’t expect it, but love in it’s true form subsides and settles into a comfortable lull. This is really the best phase and if you can prolong it, it makes it all the better. But, we’re human and we’re wont to always want for more. We start thinking love must have expired because your chest is not exploding and your stomach has stopped roiling. So you go looking elsewhere for that initial high. And when one of you gets to this unease first, then the ending is as painful as the beginning. You do feel like you’re being ripped apart, that you’re dying and your world is coming to an end.

That’s love… ride it out though. It gets better. You’ll eventually get back up again and yes, you’re still breathing. Your chest feels like it’s been pummeled but it gets more like its old self before long and you go on. You continue…

Then you turn a corner one day and there, love is waiting for you and the ride starts all over again. You eagerly jump on and this time around you’re a little smarter. You remember the ride that was but you know the scenery is totally different this time around. Sit back and enjoy it and when you get to the part where it plateaus, maybe you’ll be smart enough to not jump off this time and ride it out.

It’s all in the presentation

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A Violinist in the Metro

A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that thousand of people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.

Three minutes went by and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried up to meet his schedule.

A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping continued to walk.

A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.

The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.

In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

No one knew this but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the best musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written with a violin worth 3.5 million dollars.

Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston and the seats average $100.

This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of an social experiment about perception, taste and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?

One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?

I received this story via email and found the story so intriguing that I decided to check if it is one of those urban legends that seem to make the rounds so easily. It turns out that it was a true story as described in the Washington Post article, Pearls Before Breakfast. Click on the link to read the full article, see the video and listen to the audio.

It’s an interesting study on how we perceive things. It asked the question, “In a banal setting at an inconvenient time, would beauty transcend?”