There was an error retrieving images from Instagram. An attempt will be remade in a few minutes.
"Do not pity the dead, pity the living and above all… those who live without love."
Gypsy – Lilit Hovhannisyan
Never will I say never
On my heart they have placed a large lock
And now my life without you isn’t worth a penny
Your Gypsy mother once saw my future
She told me not to near you
Your Gypsy mother saw my future one day
But why didn’t she tell me that you are without a heart and soul
Your mother, who knows you very well
And she wanted to hold me back from you
Oh, the boy that I love is a Gypsy
And I don’t understand why
My heart chose him
According to the readings on my palm,
Na na neh x10
Girls, there he comes, up the road
Dont let us alone, my heart aches
Girls, there he comes, up the road
Dont let us alone, my heart aches
He had taken me
He had kept me from the world
Then he left me alone
As if he was angry with me
I myself, believe that our fates are planned for us. Of course not as others think it to be a straight path, I know it to be a web of choices that include some free will but most of which is planned. I also believe that some of us have the gift to see what lies ahead and while it isn’t an exact science, foresight is a powerful gift to have. Gypsy’s were, back in the day, believed to be trained in the gift of foresight. Their specialty being relationships and other human relations. But even if they could see what lies ahead it never really matters. We can’t really change what is coming. We can delay it. We can speed it up. We can ignore it. But destiny is destiny. If you are told that your heart is to be broken in the most brutal way by the person you hold most dear, it will happen. If you are told that the love of your life is to be your best friend, then it will be your friend. And if you are told that the person who will be your bane is the person who is closest to you, then he will be your demise.
It’s even worse when you happen to see your fate and you do nothing to change it but that is destiny. You are doomed by your current mental state and feelings to carry-out out your fate. Then when you get to the end of it all, you know that you were right and it kills you. Foresight is indeed a powerful gift.
Its hard to find a book that is full of action, has a love story, and can relate to teenagers all that the same tome. But recently I read a book called The Hunger Games By Suzanne Collins. This is the first book of three in what is called “The Hunger Games” series, which includes Catching Fire and then Mockingjay. It starts of with a girl named Katniss who must play in a game with 22 other people from other parts of the country, including one from her own part – only one can come out. But she is conflicted when a boy, Peeta (who once helped Katniss feed her family) is chosen. How could she kill someone that once gave her food and in this book, food is sort of hard to come by. “Oh, well, I think. There will be twenty-four of us. Odds are someone else will kill him before I have to.”
But then she faces another conflict, even though she left Gale (who is her best friend but they both know that they are more that just friends) she still has feelings for him and what makes it worse, she has to pretend to love Peeta to survive. “…I’ve got to give the audience something more to care about. Star-crossed lovers desperate to get home together. Two hearts beating as one. Romance.” Does Katniss fall fro Peeta in the end? Does she survive the games? Will she ever be the same? The only way to know is if you pick up the book and read it yourself!
Are you the type of person who loves mystery, to get caught up in the mystery of a book, to keep guessing as to what might happen in the end? Well I love to read those types of books and if you are looking for one, look no further than The Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket. One in specific (the one I read) is the Miserable Mill, full of mystery and surprises. It starts with Violet, Klaus, and Sunny Baudelaire, a family of orphans whose parents died in a mysterious fire. So as they bounce from house to house the children need to keep their eyes pealed for the first “guardian” (Count Olaf) who is out to get their fortune. But no matter how fast or far they run, he still manages to find them. In this book, the reader (that would be me) was reassured that nor Count Olaf, nor his assistants would be bothering them at “Luck Smells Lumbermill”. “ ‘But what about Count Olaf and his assistants?” Klaus asked. ‘He usually brings at least one of them with him, to help out with his treachery.’ ‘… I have described all of them to the owner of the mill.’
“The building had been made to look like an eye. The three children looked at one another, and then at the building, and then at each other again, shaking their heads. Try as they might, they couldn’t believe it was a coincidence… they town they had to live in had a building that looked just like Count Olaf’s tattoo.” This sort of adds to the mystery that has been building up through the whole series. Weren’t we just assured that Count Olaf would not come near the children? How did Count Olaf get there? Why was the building across from the mill in the shape of his tattoo? I guess you will have to read and find out!
I don’t know why, but for some strange reason, I enjoy gloomy weather. I love to watch the rain fall, to see the black and grey clouds move gracefully across the sky, to see the wet ground and feel the crisp, cold, damp air. I mean this whole week has been sunny and 106 degrees, its nice to go outside after the rain and feel the change in weather. I love it mostly because it reminds me of this one winter when it never stopped raining, I can never remember that winter as a whole, but I remember my self running though the rain and jumping in puddles. Just an innocent boy, having no worries, no cares, and most importantly just being free. As I look down that dampend street, I see myself again. I remember the trees being exactly the way they are now, almost like nothing has changed…. not true of course, everything has changed. Many of the neighbors have passed; some dying well before their time, many people have moved and gone; some were forced to. Then there is me…. I have changed so much in these past years.
Just like the gloomy weather….
Hello World!! So umm… ya. I’m really not sure what to put as my first post. I could maybe talk about myself, but then I would seem conceited. Hmm… this is rather hard. Maybe I could start off by saying that I love to talk in a British accent. Or maybe I could start off by saying that I am just starting my life. That I am just starting to understand myself let alone the world, and that I feel like I was just born. I cannot remember the past and when I do I feel like that it was a very long time ago. Needless to say that I am probably the weirdest you wil meet (over the web of course). So bear with me as I post miscellaneous posts and hopefully I will be able to make you laugh.
Untill next time….