SUSAN ASHTON: "Blessing In Disguise"

塞翁失馬 (Sāi Wēng shī mǎ)

"Sāi Wēng Lost his Horse"

Sāi Wēng lived on the border and he raised horses for a living. One day he lost a horse. His neighbour felt sorry for him, but Sāi Wēng didn’t care too much about the horse, because he thought there were worse things in life but to lose a horse. After a while, though, the horse returned with another beautiful horse, and the neighbour congratulated him on his good luck. But Sāi Wēng thought that maybe it wasn’t a good thing to have this new horse.

Nonetheless his son liked the new horse a lot and often took it out riding. One day, Sāi Wēng's son fell off the horse and broke his leg. Because of his broken leg, he couldn’t go off to the war, as was expected of all the young men in the area. Most of them died in the war.

This proverb is said when bad luck turns to good. Certain bad luck is actually a blessing in disguise.

BOW WOW: "Big Dreams"

Big dreams, small dreams, they drift like white clouds against a clear blue sky. There’s not a single day without weather. And not a single day without people talking about it either. We build our lives on columns, Doric, Ionian or Corinthian, as if giving a label makes things more comprehensible. There are temples for every religion, and altars for every sacrifice. To win is to loose, and to choose is to loose. So who chooses, wins. Does the weather forecast matter, if the sun is shining bright?

I tend to speak in haze of mystery, but words are clear if they appeal to you. Like music, you must undergo them with intuition, not analyse them in terms of mathematical patterns. Facts will be forgotten, for a human memory lasts for a lifetime only. Feelings will fade away too, eventually, and yet they make a lasting impression, remain eternally, like fossils printed on our soul. How many people really do matter in a lifetime? A handful, at most. So tell me, would you like to miss your thumb, knowing that you need it for almost everything you grab for? No, right. That’s why. Cherish those who truly matter, those who make a difference to you. Nobody can change us except ourselves. And yet a few, not many, can make us look at ourselves from a different angle. Some call it love, some call it friendship. But what’s the value of a word in a world with more than 200 languages, and a multiple of dialects. There are different shades for every shade of grey; and there are less colours in a rainbow than the number of ways two persons can relate to one another. There may be an expiry date to relationships, but there need not be an expiry date to love for a person. When two ends meet, you have a new beginning.

孫燕姿 : 遇见 (STEFANIE SUN: "Yu Jian")

People do silly things in search of a legacy. The postman who brings my letters hasn’t read none of the names that will be remembered, eventually. There’s fame in anonymity. History is written with hindsight, by those who have a plan for the future. They mend it, bend it like Beckham, and even someone like him won’t pass the test of time. Few graves are built for eternity. Most of us find it even hard to keep track of what’s happening in the lives of their immediate relatives, even if they live nearby. There are borders to family stories that seem to be marked at three generations, four at most. Even royals, whose blood lines are documented up to many centuries ago, have no clue about who those ancestors really were beyond a name and a date of birth and death. History is a verb written in the present tense, and it starts now…

LED ZEPPELIN: "Rock And Roll"

Do you have a story to tell? Are you a writer, or are you being written. Do you speak, or do you listen? Do you shine, or are you shone upon? Do you choose to rock, or to roll?

SISTERS OF MERCY: "Temple of Love"

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CROWDED HOUSE: "Four Seasons In One Day"

Embrace the shadows, and they will disappear, as they dance with you, eyes-wide-shut. What a difference a day makes. Four seasons in one turn of the clock's hands. Vigorous energy sets me into motion, and I pick up the pace with the steadiness of a pendulum swing. Where there was gaze before, there is focus now. I don’t need a physicist to proof that the insignificant clap of a butterfly’s wings can change the weather. There are caves in a man’s heart so deep that the light of reason can’t reach.

CHRIS BROWN: "Echo"

A hopeless anxiety conquers territory in the depths of my imagination. It’s staring, with the despair of a restless tiger in a cage. Aggression drools from its atrocious jaws. It sharpens its claws, scratches the floor with its horrifying paws. I’m possessed with fearless demons, that haunt me and eye me like a falcon its prey. Thoughts are merciless and cruel in their patience, for they circle endlessly, as vultures in the sky over carrions in the sand.

Love is meant to be more than an echo of your own voice. Deafening sounds the silence of the unanswered love; but equally hollow is the sound of loneliness of the selfish person. For in the end, the more (s)he wants, the less (s)he will be wanted. What fool ever came up with the idea of the hare and the tortoise having to race? The winner may loose eventually, after all. For sour tastes victory that has to be celebrated alone. I am not a fighter, I am not a racer. All I want is to move, and feel the breeze blowing through my hair.

FRANK SINATRA: "Lonesome Road"

Travel broadens the mind.

METALLICA: "Nothing Else Matters"

…for it’s not that it matters; since seldom it matters. Yet sometimes only when it’s gone, you realize that it did matter.

BEE GEES: "How Deep Is Your Love"

How far do you wanna go for love, or how far will love go with you? How deep do you wanna cut to find love, or how deep do you let love cut into you?