Wednesday, November 17, 2010

The Invitation


This poem caught my attention the first time I heard a few words from it being read by someone over the radio.

I guess you can say I am a bit melodramatic when I posted this but the words have been going on my mind for quite some time now. According to what I have read about the author, she wrote this because of a certain gathering she took part in and where everyone has been asking details of her life.

It definitely reminded me of what the Little Prince tried to tell the pilot, that people are becoming much more interested in matters of importance to them, they always ask for figures and we tend to put value on the person depending on one's income and reputation.

I took the liberty of posting the whole poem for the benefit of those who are not familiar with it.

The Invitation

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day,and if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.


by

Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Monday, November 8, 2010

Who's Gonna Save My Soul

My bestfriend stumbled upon this video a few months ago and eversince I got hooked with the song and the video as well. It was a very vivid interpretation of reality, very well explained. I wish guys can really explain things this thorough coz it would really help on how we can address the situation (at least, assuming it can still be patched).

I have transcribed the dialogue in the video which I found far more moving than any dialogues I have heard in movies (by far). Yeah, it might seem a bit over the top because I had to type everything out while I play the video which requried meticulousness.

The lyrics of the song are just below the video. I appreciate the person who have thought of this amazing piece. Chris Milk, you rock dude!

Who's Gonna Save my Soul
Gnarls Barkley

Girl : I, I need space. I need the time to just figure out who I am. You know, and it's not you, it's totally not you it's me and it's like the timing of it. I'm trying to find out who I am and I can't really do that if I'm still trying to find out who you are at the same time. You know?

Boy : Umm, can I get an extra plate please?

Girl : I feel like we really gave it a good go, you know? But it's just hopeless to move on.

(boy makes a cut in his chest using a table knife and takes out his heart putting it in the extra plate in front of the girl)

Boy : For you.

Girl : You do realize I'm breaking up with you right?

Boy : That's the strange thing. It's actually yours now. I don't know why it works this way but i'm never gonna be able to get over you and so from now on every girl that I meet will be meticulously compared to you. And unfortunately, none of them will be able to measure up to the false memory of what you and I "once" had.

Girl : Well, maybe I can just keep it for a little while and use it for small things like, I don't know when I've really had a shitty day or I need someone to talk to or when I need someone to move something heavy and then eventually I'll give it back to you when we both find someone new.

Boy : Unfortunately it won't work that way.

Girl : Why not?

Boy : Well now that you have my heart I'm pretty much an empty cavity inside for a lack of a better term "heartless". I will now treat each woman I meet with a passive aggressive contentiousness that will ruin relationship after relationship for many years to come.

Reality :

Girl : I really treasure your friendship so much. Hello? Are you even listening to me?

Boy : No.

I got some bad news this morning
Which in turn made my day
When this someone spoke I listened
All of a sudden, has less and less to say
Ohhhhhh how could this be?

All this time, I've lived vicariously
Who's gonna save my soul now?

Who's gonna save my soul now?
How will my story ever be told now?

How will my story be told now?
Made me feel like somebody

Hmmm, like somebody else
Although he was imitated often
It felt like I was being myself
Is it a shame that someone else's song

Was totally and completely dependant on
Who's gonna save my soul now?
Who's gonna save my soul now?

I wonder if I'll live to grow old now
Gettin high cause I feel so low down
 
And maybe it's a little selfish
All I have is the memory
Yet I never stopped to wonder-ahhhhh
Was it possible you were hurtin worse than me

Still my hunger turns to greed
Cause what about what I need?!
And OHHHH~! Who's gonna save my soul now?

Who's gonna save my soul now?
Ohhhh I know I'm out of control now
Oooh-oooh, tired enough to lay my own soul down