Musings...
Thursdays Child
Mondays child is fair of face
Tuesdays child is full of grace
Wednesdays child is full of woe
Thursdays child has far to go
Fridays child is loving and giving
Saturdays child works hard for a living
But the child that is born on the Sabbath day's bonny and blithe, and good, and gay
-- Mother Goose Nursery Rhyme
Indeed, as a Thursday's child myself I can safely say that I have gone very far from where I began, and still have miles to go before I reach that safe haven I dream of.
It is horrible rhyme, which should never be taught to children. Yet so many nursery rhymes are of that kind, bloody, rude or plain depressing.
"If you juuuuuuuuuuuuust believe, just believe, just believe" croons the Radio.
Believe from the "Polar Express".
truly if I just believe would it happen? Would my safe haven wait for me?
Who knows!
"unchain my heart, ...'cos you don't care about me... unchain my heart ...Baby set me free..Baby let me go" from the film , "Ray"
If only I could!
Well since I last posted not much has changed, I have yet to turn into Nicole Kidman, still looking like Danny de Vito.
Studies have become a tedious bore, although potentially they should be far more interesting this semester. I suppose mother would say that my heart simply wasn't in it anymore. I truly should start to organise my thoughts and my life would probably fall into place.
Well something has changed since I last wrote. Bitter and sweet, yet so painfully real. Words fail me at this point, and perhaps I am far too superstitious to even mention it, in case nothing comes of it. Somedays, I am so certain of it, yet they are times when I am besieged by questions. I have decided to wait, only time and patience will be of any help.
What scared me the most is that, although I am close to my mother, I do not and never have wished so much to talk to her about it. It highlights in my heart the seriousness of my emotions, yet caution forbids me to act upon any of my insane thoughts.
let time fly, Oh Lord. Let it fly as fast as the fluttering wings of a butterfly.
que sera sera
Mondays child is fair of face
Tuesdays child is full of grace
Wednesdays child is full of woe
Thursdays child has far to go
Fridays child is loving and giving
Saturdays child works hard for a living
But the child that is born on the Sabbath day's bonny and blithe, and good, and gay
-- Mother Goose Nursery Rhyme
Indeed, as a Thursday's child myself I can safely say that I have gone very far from where I began, and still have miles to go before I reach that safe haven I dream of.
It is horrible rhyme, which should never be taught to children. Yet so many nursery rhymes are of that kind, bloody, rude or plain depressing.
"If you juuuuuuuuuuuuust believe, just believe, just believe" croons the Radio.
Believe from the "Polar Express".
truly if I just believe would it happen? Would my safe haven wait for me?
Who knows!
"unchain my heart, ...'cos you don't care about me... unchain my heart ...Baby set me free..Baby let me go" from the film , "Ray"
If only I could!
Well since I last posted not much has changed, I have yet to turn into Nicole Kidman, still looking like Danny de Vito.
Studies have become a tedious bore, although potentially they should be far more interesting this semester. I suppose mother would say that my heart simply wasn't in it anymore. I truly should start to organise my thoughts and my life would probably fall into place.
Well something has changed since I last wrote. Bitter and sweet, yet so painfully real. Words fail me at this point, and perhaps I am far too superstitious to even mention it, in case nothing comes of it. Somedays, I am so certain of it, yet they are times when I am besieged by questions. I have decided to wait, only time and patience will be of any help.
What scared me the most is that, although I am close to my mother, I do not and never have wished so much to talk to her about it. It highlights in my heart the seriousness of my emotions, yet caution forbids me to act upon any of my insane thoughts.
let time fly, Oh Lord. Let it fly as fast as the fluttering wings of a butterfly.
que sera sera
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