“Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music.”
My favourite song at the moment.. I can’t imagine why this artist does not have more listeners.
It’s so mellow, yet so strong in its own sense… So soft and lovely, it whispers into my ear all the things I want to hear. It reminds me of all the things I miss and want. It speaks of hope, love and dreams. ♥
It makes me want to lay in a field full of sunflowers or daisies, dance around in a floaty dress on my tippy toes pretending I’m a ballerina.. it makes me want to fall asleep to this song every single night. I feel so carefree and at peace with the world
Another one.. if you liked the previous one, you’ll love this song too!
There are those who think that I’m strange, they would box me up and tell me to change.. but you hold me close and softly say that you wouldn’t have me any other way. ♥
When words fail to express what I really mean, when my mind fails to process what’s really going on, when my heart is no longer capable of feeling properly… and most of all, when the world turns its back on me and it’s Me Vs The World again, music seems to be the one and only thing that has never failed me.
Any question that you may be the seeking the answer for lies in a song you may or may not have discovered yet.
When I’m feeling lonely, it keeps me company with its soft melodious tones, flowing through and wrapping itself around me like a warm blanket. When I’m sad, it soothes my aching heart by assuring me that it knows exactly what I’m going through.. and that everything is going to be okay, because the music is still playing. When I’m happy, it elevates my happiness and makes the moment extra personal and special, by singing along with me. When I’m angry or frustrated, I like to blast edgy songs and scream along.. it’s nice to know someone else hates the world equally as much.
Music inspires me because it knows the lyrics to my heart.
“Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. What you have caught on film is captured forever… it remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything.”
I would use the word “Photography”, but it sounds a little too superficial and technical for what it means to me. I care not for what lens or camera body I’m using, the only important in an image to me is the everlasting question :
How does it make you feel?
If it’s managed to awaken any emotion in you at all, then it is a meaningful image successful in inspiring people. Nothing else matters.
“Photography takes an instant out of time, altering life by holding it still.”
To suit the gorgeous songs I’ve posted above, I included some pictures of Flowers around Sam’s neighbourhood – Part 2! I like this bunch much better.
They’re so beautiful, I’ve never known flowers like these before.
“Whether he is an artist or not, the photographer is a joyous sensualist, for the simple reason that the eye traffics in feelings, not in thoughts.”
I love taking and sharing photos, because it allows me to show the world what I think of it. How else better to let people see the way you see things? Explaining in words is one thing, but seeing is believing. I believe that anyone can be a good photographer, even with the lousiest camera, a true photo moment can never be wrecked by bad lighting or technical difficulties.
I feel like capturing memories and beauty on camera is like preserving the moment forever. It can never be taken away from me, and even if my films and digital copies of the photos are destroyed, I’ll always remember the moment in the exact way I took the picture of.
It’s like I’ve decided, “Okay, so this is it. Take this picture and it stays with you forever.”
A photographer is like an artist, with his mind the paintbrush, the camera a canvas and the world an inspiration.
Beautiful images inspire me by reminding me that there is always something beautiful in every situation, if only you would open your heart to it, then you could bring it out and see the beauty that would have otherwise gone unnoticed.
“A mother’s love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.”
She’s been traveling a lot and is hardly home recently, which has made me notice the effect of not having her around in my life. It feels emptier.
My mum is a very interesting woman. Sometimes she’s caring, loving, understanding, and at other times she’s almost annoying, hostile and has a nasty temper. But above all, she’s my skyscraper of strength and stability when all else in the world comes crashing down on my shoulders.
One of the things she used to say was, “You can choose your friends, but not your family.”
How I see it, she left out the words “….But you love them all the same” at the end of her quote. It explains a lot about a mother’s love. Even before you were born, they started loving you already. After you were born, despite your differences and shortcomings, she still took care of you and watched over you as you grow older.
Even though she might relentlessly nag about how you’re not studying or working hard enough all the time, really, at the end of the day it doesn’t matter to her who the brightest student in the whole damn school is, because only one of them is her child, and that fact is irreplaceable.
Because of her, I’ve grown to become my own person, yet alike to her in so many ways she doesn’t understand.
The key concept to parenthood:
No child is ever perfect. They will make mistakes, and sometimes the harder you try to hold onto them, the further you are driving them away.
Give them some space, let them make their own fair share of mistakes and take risks the same way you got to live your own life when you were younger… eventually, they will always find their way back home.
Some might get a little lost on their way, and others would take longer than the rest but they’ll come back to you, just wait and see.
And then they’ll need someone to be waiting there for them, with wide open arms and non-judgemental eyes.
Despite how overly concerned and protective she may be sometimes, she does allow me ample freedom, letting me live my life and to be my own person… and I think that’s the most important factor as to why I’m such a strong-headed, free-spirited individual.
Those who know me well know that I’m influenced by my mum in the littlest and biggest ways,
from the clothes I wear, to the way I live my life. She’s had a fulfilling life, with many ups and downs and one of her favourite things to do is tell her stories of what happened many years ago.
A very fond memory is of her telling the story about how my dad didn’t want more children when she was expecting me (they already had my elder brother and he’s 8 years older, he thought it was too big a gap and didn’t wanna start all over again)
So he told my mum to go for an abortion, but she refused. She loved me even before I was born.
My dad got pissed off and exclaimed that he wouldn’t pay for my medical expenses, etc, and that I was “her” responsibility and not his. She agreed, and true enough, eventually when I was born, he wasn’t even at the hospital bed with her, he was on holiday with his “other” family.
She went on to tell me how heartbreaking it is to be a single mother and through all that sadness, she managed to find hope and at the end of her heartbreaking story, she looked at me and said, “But I wouldn’t have had it any other way, because then I wouldn’t have you.”
And then she hugged me. My mother is amazing like that :’) So tearing up while typing this. Right there and then, I wanted to cry because I felt so sad about her story but loved because it was all done for me.. but I didn’t, I put up a strong front because I always wanna act tough in front of my mum. Not because I’m afraid of showing my emotions, because I don’t want her to worry. I want her to think and know that I am always happy, healthy, and strong. I don’t want her to know that really, I’m a big softie and can be quite the emotional wreck, crying over everything and nothing in particular.
But to me, crying is not a weakness.
You might think I’m crazy for saying this, but when my heart is aching, my mind and body overwhelmed with thoughts and emotions and I’m gasping for breath between my heavy sobs….
I feel the most alive.
If you are hurt, it means you care, and if you care, then there is something to live for. You don’t see dead people (emotionally and physically) crying too often now, do you? It’s because their hearts are cold, numb and empty. I’d rather hurt than feel nothing at all. I think that makes me special, being able to look at what other people might consider flaws and imperfections as character and beauty. That is why I’m so different from my dad. It’s because I am like my mum.
My dad has tried to use that as an insult against me. But he’s the one who has never known a proper loving relationship between parent and child.
And that is also why I love my mum. ♥
My mum inspires me to do the right thing, to be my own person, and to love unconditionally.
I’ve said so many things about Sam on my blog, that I’m not sure if there’s much left I can say.
If somebody who’s not family and has absolutely no obligations to me could love me so damn willingly and selflessly, then heck, there must be some sort of crazy beauty in myself that I don’t see.
What kind of girl makes another guy want to put his entire life on hold and drop everything he has just to spend time with her?
Or rather, what kind of guy would be so crazy to do something drastic like that?!
It’s so much more than money, time, and effort.
It’s about believing that what you’re doing and who you’re doing it for is truly and completely worth it all.
Oceans and countries apart didn’t stop him from reaching out to me. It’s hard not to believe in destiny and fate when it happens to you in such a fairytale way. I was trying to get my over my ex, then I met this funny and interesting guy online who was everything I wanted my ex to be… but of course he had to be in another country. I remember crying to myself before I went to bed one night, thinking how tragic it was that I’d never be able to meet this guy who could make me so very happy just by talking to me.
He was so near yet so far.
He’d would accompany me everyday when I needed someone and be the lullaby I’d fall asleep to… sometimes I could almost swear I felt him right here with me but he’s a good 8 hour plane flight away.
Then something magical happened.
Sometimes I still can’t believe he traveled across the world just to meet me. My ex use to complain that couldn’t even be bothered traveling to my place as we lived quite far.
Well… Sam’s the man to prove that any distance is not one too far for him. Our relationship has really been testing my limits as to how much of a selfless person I can be. It can get awfully tiring and trying, but the whole point is that it pushes me to fight for what I believe in.
And I believe in us.
My boyfriend inspires me by helping me discover things about myself only he can bring out.
That’s a few of the many, many things that inspire me daily.
What inspires you?