Sunday 19 April 2009

BEDA 19 - The colours of my life form a rainbow. Fitting, isn't it?














I went through my parents' garden and I got this idea of a colour spectrum of plants and flowers. Hope you like it.

I like taking pictures. Obviously. I don't call it photography, because I think it sounds pretentious and it actually would be pretentious, because I don't know what I do. I just see, point, and click.
I will probably spend the rest of this day outside, reading or napping. Or listening to music while drifting off into a nap. Sounds good to me...

I might even blog again this afternoon/evening to make up for the lack of actual content in this one ;) who knows.

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So this is me, 6 hours later :) I hope I'm not sunburnt... but I think I'm ok. Blog time now.

In a perfect world, we would all have jobs that we love. We would work as much as we could / as was needed. We would get up in the morning, being impatient to finally get to continue working. Working and living would be the same thing. Well... we're not living in a perfect world (sorry to burst your bubble, if you thought we were. Or maybe you are, but I'm certainly not). You can already tell that this is one of those posts. One where I'm telling you that I don't know what to do with my life. Well, it isn't one of those posts. Hah. Gotcha.

I basically think that this world isn't necessarily as bad as we sometimes think it is. The thing is that I'm not empathic and compassionate enough to understand if there could be people whose idea of a dream job is to empty trash cans. Or to sewer dive. If there are those people out there somewhere, we would be one step closer, because everyone could do something they love doing. Yeah... this train of thought has to stop here, unfortunately, because I keep imagining sewer dives and it grosses me out.

In other news: I met a very dear old friend of mine yesterday for tea/coffee and it was so nice catching up with her. She moved away 2-3 years ago and only rarely comes home so I cherish these meet-ups. We often end up not speaking for months, but it doesn't really matter. As soon as we are together somewhere, we can talk for hours and understand each other like no time has passed. That's a sign of a good friendship.

I don't want you to have to read like 10 pages of me babbling, so I'll end this post with some lyrics:

In every heart there is a room
A sanctuary safe and strong
To heal the wounds from lovers past
Until a new one comes along

I spoke to you in cautious tones
You answered me with no pretense
And still I feel I said too much
My silence is my self defense
And every time Ive held a rose
It seems I only felt the thorns
And so it goes, and so it goes
And so will you soon I suppose

But if my silence made you leave
Then that would be my worst mistake
So I will share this room with you
And you can have this heart to break

And this is why my eyes are closed
Its just as well for all Ive seen
And so it goes, and so it goes
And youre the only one who knows

So I would choose to be with you
Thats if the choice were mine to make
But you can make decisions too
And you can have this heart to break

And so it goes, and so it goes
And youre the only one who knows

2 comments:

Catherine said...

Pretty flowers! The flowers in my yard are just starting to bloom. My parents have been doing lots of gardening lately. Daddy spent all day in the garden today. If I ever find my camera (highly unlikely) and I remember (even more unlikely) maybe I'll take pictures.

Ingrid said...

Those are some lovely flowers! I really like the idea of making a specter :)