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little.nightingale's.thinking.time

minkakelly — Fri, 22 Feb 2008 13:06:00 +0000

A couple of hundred years ago, Benjamin Franklin shared with the world the secret of his success. Never leave that till tomorrow, he said, which you can do today. This is the man who discovered electricity. You think more people would listen to what he had to say. I don't know why we put things off, but if I had to guess, I'd have to say it has a lot to do with fear. Fear of failure, fear of rejection, sometimes the fear is just of making a decision, because what if you're wrong? What if you're making a mistake you can't undo? The early bird catches the worm. A stitch in time saves nine. He who hesitates is lost. We can't pretend we hadn't been told. We've all heard the proverbs, heard the philosophers, heard our grandparents warning us about wasted time, heard the damn poets urging us to seize the day. Still sometimes we have to see for ourselves. We have to make our own mistakes. We have to learn our own lessons. We have to sweep today's possibility under tomorrow's rug until we can't anymore. Until we finally understand for ourselves what Benjamin Franklin really meant. That knowing is better than wondering, that waking is better than sleeping, and even the biggest failure, even the worst, beat the hell out of never trying. But the biggest failure can cause pain and pain, you just have to ride it out, hope it goes away on its own, hope the wound that caused it heals. There are no solutions, no easy answers, you just breath deep and wait for it to subside. Most of the time pain can be managed but sometimes the pain gets you where you least expect it. Hits way below the belt and doesn't let up. Pain, you just have to fight through, because the truth is you can't outrun it and life always makes more. Because the truth about the truth is bitter: It hurts. Like love. Yes, it surely hurts you. Behind your face with a big shiny smile, deep down in your broken heart, you try to run away from the big big trouble. Trouble for life. Once you got caught, you can't do anything to escape. Starts with butterflies in your stomach, continues with crying all night long. At the end, you are the one who is harmed, a wreck, a car accident - the crashed one -.. so at the end of the day, there are some things you just can't help but talk about. Some things we just don't want to hear, and some things we say because we can't be silent any longer. Some things are more than what you say, they're what you do. Some things you say cause there's no other choice. Some things you keep to yourself. And not too often, but every now and then, some things simply speak for themselves.

Good Morning Everyone!

minkakelly — Wed, 20 Feb 2008 05:12:00 +0000

As this beatiful snowy scenery embraces me, I hope you all have a nice day :)

good night

minkakelly — Tue, 19 Feb 2008 23:08:00 +0000

just wanted to say a quick good night.. sweet dreams to everyone!

and have a nice day :)

Good afternoon..

minkakelly — Tue, 19 Feb 2008 14:17:00 +0000

everyone.. hope you're all fine!

So I just watched the news about academy awards.. what do you think which movie will win in the best picture category? :)

na na na

minkakelly — Mon, 18 Feb 2008 21:35:00 +0000

so I'm quite new around here but I wanted to say good night to everyone and have a nice day tomorrow :) sweet dreams!

It's All Over Now, Baby Blue

minkakelly — Mon, 18 Feb 2008 20:09:00 +0000

Well that has been one of my fave songs for all time.

And here its lyrics..

You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun
Crying like a fire in the sun
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense
Take what you have gathered from coincidence
The empty handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home
Your empty handed armies, are all going home
Your lover who just walked out the door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore
Strike another match, go start a new
And it's all over now, Baby Blue...