I’ve packed my things

Stuffed the important moments into the trunk

Remembered to pack all the lessons learnt

I put the memories in the special compartment

I’m ready.

I’ll be soon on my way

To a place far off from here

They say hope lives there and happiness visits often

The place where love knocks your door

I’m ready.

I won’t be looking back

There’s nothing here that holds me now

I tried but couldn’t call this my home

So I’m off to where dreams do come true

I’m ready.

 

Everyone knows. The only good composers are the dead ones. The longer, the better.


(Overheard yesterday morning on CBC Radio 2)

"If you think you're pretty, you're pretty. "
          

You only live twice, or so it seems
One life for yourself, and one for your dreams.

(You Only Live Twice - Nancy Sinatra)

I Travel Alone - Noel Coward

I travel alone
Sometimes I'm east
Sometimes I'm west

No chance can ever bind me
No remembered love
Can ever find me

I travel alone
Fair though the places
And faces I've known

When the dream has ended
And passion has flown
I travel alone

Free from love's illusion
My heart is my own
I travel alone

Hel-lo Canadian Music

Totally hooked on to this song lately. They play it frequently on CBC Radio 2 (my favorite radio channel since I moved to Canada). I really enjoy listening to this one when I'm driving in my car listening to the radio.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3f3uUUggPNc

The Truth

Despite its infinite potential, is our mind strong enough to create truth?

Take the matter of pain, for example. If you are experiencing pain, and for some reason (either a pain reducing medication, hypnosis or natural therapy) your pain eases out – is the pain gone, or is it still there but you don’t know? And if you believe the pain is gone, isn’t that the truth then?

What about love? Isn’t love a state of mind too? Love can only exist if you believe it does. But even if you do believe, does it really? Is the mind creating the truth, or following it?

And what is the measure of success? Who can weigh it except you yourself? You may reach the pinnacle of everything you aim for, but if you still feel insecure, are you really successful?

Time, life, death, happiness, God, change…do these truths exist, or are they created by us? Do we believe in them so strongly that they become?

Each of us is in search of the truth. But even if we find it, will it be real, or just something we want to believe in?

Is it ever possible to know what the truth really is? And if it’s us who are creating it, why are we even searching? Doesn’t a truth with more than one version become a lie? So do we all want to believe in lies, while we remain insatiable for the truth?