I love you all the way to the You
Back and beyond
12 Thursday Mar 2020
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I love you all the way to the You
Back and beyond
10 Friday Jun 2016
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inYour sandcastle will never leave shadows in the water if you are building too close to the ocean.
12 Thursday May 2016
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inBelow is a short extract from the book “Eisenhower: A Soldier’s Life” by Carlo D’Este. I must have probably read this part of the book about a year ago while crouching down next to my suitcase somewhere at the airport. It is basically a thorough and focused chronicle of Eisenhower’s military years leading up to the surrender of Germany WWII 1945. At the time he had no combat experience but wanted to command troops. However, my intention is not to evaluate Eisenhower’s WWII leadership skills. In fact, the paragraph below depicts an exchange between the General Bernard Law Montgomery (Monty) and one of the soldiers. His words made an unparalleled impact on me.
“The bad old days are over,” he said. “A new era has dawned.” Issuing perhaps his most famous order, Montgomery threw down the gauntlet by ordering all previous plans for retreat to be burned. “We will fight the enemy where we now stand; there will be no withdrawal and no surrender. If we cannot stay here alive, then let us stay here dead!” The impact was electric, his leadership unparalleled. His men willingly entrusted their lives to him. Consider this typical exchange between Monty and an infantry soldier: Asked what his most valuable possession was, he replied, “My rifle, Sir.” “No, it isn’t,” said Monty. “It’s your life, and I’m going to save it for you.” (Carlo D’Este, 2003, p.409, my italics).
Upon reading this, I raised my head to look around. I remember smirking, as the soldiers with rifles in my head became travellers holding on to their suitcases and duty-free bags. Then I saw her, a woman holding on to her phone, speaking to someone who I presumed to be her partner. She was in tears. “I miss you so much already,” I overheard her say. I couldn’t help but grab my chest as we both felt this pinching with the heart. What was such a sterile environment had all of sudden become a battlefield of emotions. I too was missing someone. That’s when I had the strong impression that I was imagining myself to rule over an allegorised world in which heart-ship would roam Monty’s battlefields. There, Monty would ask me what my most valuable possession was. To which I replied, “My heart, Sir.” Much to my surprise, he then said, “No, it isn’t. It’s your life, and I’m not going to save it for you. I cannot. I’m dead, but you are not.” What a meanie Monty… 😉 But right “he” is!
What you do with your own life IS the true weapon. A rifle is useless when the bullet cannot pears a heart because it has been given away. When you place it into the hands of life, it WILL get bumps and bruises but that’s because it will have served to live— life. Love your life with all you’ve got, more than the heart itself. The heart wasn’t merely created for you to love and protect it. If you think this way, you’re underestimating its’ rebounding power. Remember, the heart is a muscle that pumps blood, but that very same muscle which gives us life can also lift us up to extremes in our existence of which our arms could never dream of pulling us up to.
On that note, Monty must surely be turning in his grave right now but hey, “This is life Spartan General.”
20 Thursday Nov 2014
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inAnything is to be found
Anywhere above the ground
Everything you seek is yours
Everywhere behind closed doors
Something for is all you need
Somewhere to for love to lead.
17 Monday Nov 2014
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in17 Monday Nov 2014
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in– “Why does love hurt so much?”
– That’s because you are falling with your arms open…
– “How do you prevent your heart from being broken?”
Set it free from its hutch
And you won’t have to worry about the key to your heart being stolen.
Let every love-token become a feather
Because falling in love is all about learning how to fly together.
13 Thursday Nov 2014
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inAs he goes south
Her mind’s mouth
Cuts through his flesh
As he touches through the mesh
Making their pleasured silhouette’s leaven
Raise with words of Heaven.
25 Saturday Oct 2014
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inFall in love with places, fall in love with British ground
Stamp your feet into the soil and feel the dirt, smell the seven corners carried around from across the world
Feel it come and go, the freedom of lost and new friendships crowned
All this to be experienced through a wisp changing-you waiting to be curled
Embrace the extroverted dusty and glimmering noises at night
And watch the hours fall prey
Embrace the elegant understanding of an omnipresent culture during the day
And watch your mind ignite
Dance and swirl to be recognised, jump hard and crawl deep
What you have to offer has not yet been put to sleep
Become the city’s excess people want to remember when at home
Fall in love with the city, fall in love with the marathon
And with joy make it yours safe to roam
Welcome my friend to London
30 Wednesday Jul 2014
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inLife is not about being busy to die,
it is about being busy to live until the last sigh.
19 Saturday Jul 2014
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Tell the kinds of stories you would like to be told by others;
And express them the way you would want to experience them;
As if it were the first time.