Being lost is scary; exploring is exciting. Whether we are doing one, the other, or both at any given time is a matter of perspective.
I gave my cat a violin That she could learn to play; She turned away in silence, so - Perhaps some other day?
If you’ve ever had your heart broken, chances are it still is.
I wish that I was Superman So strong and so bright-suited... Although it might get tiring To always be Rebooted
Advising people to get over grief is like telling them they should learn to breathe water.
Love me in the morning-time, Love me in the evening, Love me in the afternoon, And when I'm lost and dreaming -- Love me like you mean to love Ever intensifying; And I will love you, too, out past Mere things like dying
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‘Advising people to get over grief is like telling them they should learn to breathe water’ – Wow. What a comparison. And so apt.
It would be really handy if we could breathe water. But we can’t, no matter how ardently people advise us to take up the practice. 🙂
🙂 very true!
I’ve seen cats playing piano, but never violin. I think they have too strong an affinity with the catgut strings which, incidentally, are made from the intestines of sheep!
With a cat I think the word “fiddle” is more commonly used.
Why did the dish run away with the spoon anyway? What was going on there?
I think it was all down to over stirred emotions and dishmorphia!
😂😂
The phrase “out past mere things like dying” really hit me. Lovely. Love never ends just because someone changes form, or disappears, or whatever you believe happens.