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This post was inspired by my holidays in the Swiss Alps. Sitting in a bar right below the slopes, I’m listening to Madonna’s song “Live to Tell”.

It will burn inside of me. Or maybe it will live inside of me. All of my life.

Some memories are hard to handle as if you brought your home everywhere you go. Being a turtle is no pleasure cruise, or maybe this is just what some people called the rat race.

A rat race is an endless, self-defeating, or pointless pursuit. The phrase equates humans to rats attempting to earn a reward such as cheese, to no avail. It may also refer to a competitive struggle to get ahead financially or routinely.

The term is commonly associated with an exhausting, repetitive lifestyle that leaves no time for relaxation or enjoyment. And we all know relaxation is the most basic state of mind when you have to deal with a challenge.

The Place Is Made Of Wood And Red

Right in front of me there are mountains. When the sun shines, the place is breathtaking. And it reminds you how several million years shaped the landscape that you are admiring at the moment.

If the trees could talk, imagine what they would have said.

When you have a story to tell, it seems it should be somewhat predictable but it should include some elements that are surprising, like a small passage about the Bible maybe (I was thinking about Pulp Fiction when I wrote this).

I have seen many people in furious anger. Usually, what they are thinking is this: “what the fuck is this shit?” From a statistical point of view, you can bet that everyone is pretty busy trying to make a living.

You Learn Your Lesson Well

Sometimes, I’m amazed at what I can do: I can sing some songs by heart with no effort. But sometimes, I’m also amazed at what I can’t do like having a hard time moving on after a bad love (something you can’t be proud of).

I like to remind myself that it can get better very quickly, when the (private) investigation will be over. “Why can’t I get over; when will I ever learn” used to sing Eric Clapton. I have a message for you Eric: you are still investigating those feelings and what they can do for you. And maybe you’re amazed about their emptiness.

Stupid band names are not far away now. For example, I might start a band called “The Vaselines”. One should remember a great rock band can have any name you want, as long as you have “The” before and it finishes with an “S”.

Another stupid band name could be: “The Silence Killers”.

People Forget To Make Fun Of Themselves

As I look back on the good times, one thing I recall: we used to make fun of ourselves. Needless to say that when this is over, one can start wondering if you’re not too serious about what you do.

I used to work in banking and it was a very serious job. One song used to say that a great person could make people laugh until they’re delirious. But when it comes to loving they are serious.

Now my helpless heart beats only for WW2 and its aftermath. And how the losers of WW2 were recruited by the enemies of Europe. I’m from Lebanon and our neighbour Syria hid Alois Brunner for a long time. I can smell the beat from a mile away.

The Nazis are your neighbours and you know how it will end: no more partying and everyone will be locked up somewhere.

This May Mean We Have To Be Strong

As a conclusion, the secret I have learned is simple: when you are badly wounded, everyone around you looks like a devil. The key then would be to avoid approaching the cliff or keeping your balance at all times.

To keep your balance, I have thought a lot about a good system. From my point of view, I talk about life as if I talked about driving or music. I like to drive but music is wonderful: don’t dwell on the blue note. And this is a fool’s advice.

I think sometimes the big problem in relationships is also simple: like Dire Straits used to sing, “you take a stone from a soul, while you were lame”. Or maybe we are just intolerant to effort.

I have a tale to tell
Sometimes it gets so hard to hide it well
I was not ready for the fall
Too blind to see the writing on the wall
A man can tell a thousand lies
I’ve learned my lesson well
Hope I live to tell
The secret I have learned, ’till then
It will burn inside of me
I know where beauty lives
I’ve seen it once, I know the warm she gives
The light that you could never see
It shines inside, you can’t take that from me
A man can tell a thousand lies
I’ve learned my lesson well
Hope I live to tell
The secret I have learned, ’till then
It will burn inside of me
The truth is never far behind
You kept it hidden well
If I live to tell
The secret I knew then
Will I ever have the chance again
If I ran away, I’d never have the strength
To go very far
How would they hear the beating of my heart
Will it grow cold
The secret that I hide, will I grow old
How will they hear
When will they learn
How will they know
A man can tell a thousand lies
I’ve learned my lesson well
Hope I live to tell
The secret I have learned, ’till then
It will burn inside of me
The truth is never far behind
You kept it hidden well
If I live to tell
The secret I knew then
Will I ever have the chance again
A man can tell a thousand lies
I’ve learned my lesson well
Hope I live to tell
The secret I have learned, ’till then
It will burn inside of me

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Written by na1man

I've been listening to music for more than 20 years, trying to get a message in each of the 5000 songs I listened to. I'm interested in all topics (sports, art, science, philosophy, health, travel). I connect the dots with contemporary music. This blog will be the result of more than 20 years of work on humanity (ripples in the curvature of spacetime).

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