“Speak Only If It Improves Upon the Silence” – Gandhi

Written for and Published in The Seeds 4 Life.

In silence, some of our minds are loud. Many of us are rummaging through all the clutter that pollutes our train of thought and often times, we reveal through oral dictation, the very polluted thoughts we have; from biased opinions, to judgments, and uneducated guesses, to rotten remarks. Silence has had no choice but to be invaded by the unfiltered thinking cap of our brain and the lack of consideration of our ego; an off-key composition.

Our words are our responsibility. It is our music. What we say and what we write, shapes our ability to impact our world. The way we speak to people, the way we speak to ourselves impacts the energy we are sharing with one another. We are directly accountable for how we make a person, a discussion, and a room full of people feel after we have disrupted the silence living there before we shared our thoughts.

A polluted mind cannot speak well into the silence. It needs to sit with it, allowing the silence to aid it in clearing the air. To introduce notes to complete a lovely tune. Once the air is clear, silence will welcome the words that will fill the air with the melody of our song. Please make it one worth singing, followed by a standing ovation.

Forever My Friend-Ray LaMontagne

Who am I to tell her
Who am I to play god
Who am I to think I can go it alone
Something tells me girl this is bringing you down
Something tells me this is bringing me down
We’ve been through some changes
Always seem to hold on
Lately it feel like you can’t take anymore
Something tells me girl this is bringing you down
Something tells me girl this is bringing you down
Forever my friend
Forever my love
Forever the woman that I’m thinking of
I just think if we keep our hearts together
Just think if we build on this trust that we have for one another
Baby we can make this last a lifetime
Who am I to tell her
Who am I to play god
I don’t know just what’s for real anymore
Something tells me girl this is bringing you down
Something tells me girl this is bringing you down
Maybe I’m wrong, maybe I’m right
Maybe it’s the last thing you want to hear me say
I just think if we keep out hearts together
I just think if we build on this trust that we have for one another
Maybe we can make this last a lifetime
Forever my friend
Forever my love
Forever the woman
That I’m thinking of
I just think if we keep our hearts together
I just think if we will build on this trust that we have for one another
Maybe we can make this last a lifetime

Dedicated to my tribe: “Someday We’ll All Be Free.”

Cover by Alicia Keys of Donny Hathaway’s Someday We’ll All Be Free (1973)

Hang onto the world as it spins around
Just don’t let the spin get you down
Things are moving fast
Hold on tight and you will last

Keep your self-respect, your (wo)manly pride
Get yourself in gear, keep your stride
Never mind your fears
Brighter days will soon be here

Take it from me someday, we’ll all be free, yeah

Keep on walking tall, hold your head up high
And lay your dreams right up to the sky
Sing your greatest song
And you’ll keep, going, going on

Take it from me someday, we’ll all be free….

Universo Ao Meu Redor-Marisa Monte

Tarde, já de manhã cedinho
Quando a nevoa toma conta da cidade
Quem pega no violão
Sou eu, sou eu
Pra cantar a novidade

Quantas lágrimas de orvalho na roseira
Todo mundo tem um canto de tristeza

Graças a Deus, um passarinho
Vem me acompanhar
Cantando bem baixinho
E eu já não me sinto só
Tão só, tão só
Com o universo ao meu redor

Romanticism

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“Satire is people as they are; romanticism, people as they would like to be; realism, people as they seem with their insides left out.” Dawn Powell

“…Romanticism is people as they would like to be….” to add, romanticism is people as others would like them to be, events as people would like them to be, things as people would like them to be.

In the end, the people, event, and thing never are what it is wished to be. So why do we romanticize all of them as such? Maybe we should blame our creativity? Our endless imagination which can dive into whichever abyss it desires to get lost in…usually triggered by what the heart wants to feel.

Maybe we should blame music and movies, which give the impression to be written just for us. From music lyrics that invade our mental state and flirt with our feelings, to film’s  happy or heartbreak endings, fit to validate our mood.

Besides people and things, we also romanticize our past. To bring realism to light, hindsight is 20/20 with a slight case of amnesia. Enter romanticism and we romanticize our past based on how we feel about our present. Lack of contentment can send a person lurking in the past, romanticizing the loneliest days as one of their best; romanticizing a love that evaporated to the love that got away; romanticizing sleepless exhausting nights with a crying baby as sleepless nights of bonding with the new love of their life.

It is a cruel game, this game of romanticism. Even more cruel is if we give into it and assume romanticism as satire (or as people, events, things as they are), only to realize that romanticism took advantage of our naïvety and pulled us in and spit us out with the disappointments of failed expectations.

But, there is beauty in the intoxication of romanticism. This beauty lives in the inspiration it gives us, the inspiration to create. That love, that person, that event, that past, we romanticize and we create beautiful music, beautiful paintings, beautiful poems…beautiful art. Romanticism LIVES in art…no matter the satire.