The power of love, quite a clishé, don't you think?

Indeed it is, all worn and old and boring.
But also, 4everlasting words that for eternity holds mans ups and downs,
uncompromisingly throwing us from heaven to hell and back again,
careless of our consent.
Because the power of love is so strong, it can both
mean utter joy and happiness, as it can totally destroy ones life.

Don't ever let it.

Don't even think about it, 'cause it's not worth it, ever.
Cherish what has been, learn from your mistakes, but don't ever forget
to look expectanly towards the future.
Love is a wondourous thing, but should have been labeled
"handled with care".

 

Wasted Time
Eagles.

Well baby, there you stand
with your little head down in your hand.
Oh, my God, you can't believe - it's happening again
your baby's gone, and you're all alone
and it looks like the end.

You're back out on the street.
And you're tryin' to remember.
How will you start it over?
You don't know what became.
You don't care much for a stranger's touch,
but you can't hold your man.

You never thought you'd be alone this far down the line.
And I know what's been on your mind
you're afraid it's all been wasted time.
The autumn leaves have got you thinking
about the first time that you fell
you didn't love the boy too much,
no, no
you just loved the boy to well,
farewell...

So you live from day to day,
and you dream about tomorrow.
The hours goes by like minutes
and the shadows come to stay
so you take a little something to make them go away.
And I could have done so many things, baby
if I could only stop my mind
from wondrin' what I left behind
and from worrying 'bout this wasted time

Ooh, another love has come and gone
and the years keep rushing on.
I remember what you told me before you went out on your own:
"Sometimes to keep it together, we got to leave it alone."
So you can get on with your search, baby,
and I can get on with mine
And maybe someday we will find ,
that it wasn't really wasted time

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Lyrics from popsongs don't always come out well standing alone.
Still, I choose to include this one, because it is important to me.
Besides being a wonderful song, it kind of speaks to me.
It reminds me how important it is not to regret, and not to
get tangled up in situations and places that really don't
take you anyplace good. As hard as it can be sometimes, the wise thing is to
choose seperate paths in order to be happy - no matter how painfull, no matter how
much you imagine yourself in love.

And the important thing is to remember, it was never wasted time.
I have had some sad and soulripping experiences in my lifetime, but,
given the right amount of time and a proper perspective,
it has made me a wiser and better person - I think, lol.
Some of them has thaught me a lesson, and some mistakes I will prbl
keep doing over and over for the rest of my life.
But it was never a waste of time.
There was always something nice and worthwhile to cherish, and there was
always wisdom to absorb.
And who knows, some of it might come in handy further up the road.
What lays in waiting for us, noone knows.
That's the thrill of it all.
Sad endings always holds new beginnings.

 

Eclipse.

When all was lost,
when life was nothing but
endless walks along beaches of sorrow,
waves of pain and longing
constantly throwing themselves at
aimlessly wandering feet,
when selfpitty thrived in
constant misery
and nothingness,
there was a total eclips of my life.

But the world slowly turns.
Oh, you can fight, you can run and crawl
and scream to claim your place in the darkness.
That safe, lonesome hideaway
where noone ever again can reach you,
where responsibility and caring
are words unheard of.

But the world slowly turns.
The first ray of sunshine that touched my skin
with a gentleness that makes flowers bloom,
a wonder in itself,
reluctantly made me realize how wonderful
life can be.
Slowly, I'm returning from the dark side of life.

And the numbness of my heart
slowly gives way to shame.
Uncompromising, relentless shame
staring at me from every mirror, every window I pass,
for being so ready to throw away the most
precarious gift ever given to me,
my life.

So I carefully wrap my heart around
what used to be.
I cherishe the past as I look to the future,
realising
that nothing, as long as I keep it
in my heart, can be taken away from me,
ever.

Trine.

 

Når.

Jeg står i skyggene og stirrer.
En stemme langt inne i meg spør:
Hvor mye lenger tror du at du må gå?
Hvor mye håp, hvor mange skuffelser,
hvor mange halvsungne viser er det plass til
i ett døgn, ett år,
ett menneske?

Snart kommer årene og tar meg med seg.
De kommer stadig fortere,
stadig nærmere.
Døgn følger døgn som toner i en blek sang.

En stemme inne i meg spør igjen:
Når skal livet flyte gjennom meg,
som en flodbølge av glede og håp?
Jeg har en stemme langt inne i meg,
og jeg vet den har rett.
Den spør når, alltid når, og hvisker:
Kanskje nå er alt som er?

Trine.