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This post was inspired by one of my favorite songs called “Some Days Are Better Than Others” from U2. It’s on the Zooropa album: it’s like a jungle sometimes.

In 750 words, I have to explain what I mean by: “some days you make sense”. I read a book wrote by a French Buddhist monk (Matthieu Ricard). He was explaining that pleasure and pain are unavoidable and that you should try to make sense.

Leaving the ghetto where I used to live is a daily fight. Sometimes, I end up in a bathtub playing with my feet. Feet are intelligent. Even your hands are because it’s where the vagus nerve finishes (the nerve in connection with the heart). It can give you very precise information about what you’re feeling.

At the moment there is a teenager in my head: he’s insulting everyone he meets even though he don’t know them.

300 Days Of Sun A Year

In Paris (where I lived for more than 20 years), people can be so damn rude. So I tried to be friendly with them and I discovered wonderful people. But something happened on the way to stardom.

I am from Lebanon, a small country in the Middle East, surrounded by Israel and Syria. On this land used to live the Phoenicians from antiquity. Those people decided to explore the Mediterranean Sea and founded Carthage. Carthage used to be the worst enemy of the Roman Empire.

Dido and Europa are well known Phoenician princess. Europe is named after the latter.

At the moment, I have 300 days of danger a year. This is what it’s like to have participated in a war: absurdity, danger, mediocrity every day. For some of us, the war will never end unless some angels and demons shout they’re tired of that conflict.

Best Thing In Life Is Simplifying

When you look at Einstein’s theory about relativity, I guess you can be overwhelmed by it. That’s why when he concluded that E=mc2 everyone applauded. That’s why the headline of that post is so helpful: some days, you make sense.

It doesn’t make sense every day to write on that blog or be stranded in the jungle. The European jungle is somewhat disturbing. They’re talking about human rights and the end of slavery but reality hits you in the face. It’s much more comfortable to imagine a jungle.

I’ve been dealing with feelings of burn out since 2001. They are so severe that I managed to work in banking, an industry for which I have a moderate interest. My real passion is music and sounds. So how come I worked 5 years in banking?

The answer is somewhere between two extremes: laziness and/or a will to not care about money.

Cosmic Debris and Boys on the Bridge

I guess it makes sense to imagine the European jungle. For example, I spent 1 months in rehab in 2010 and my parents spent 24k euros. But it didn’t work very well. Was the doctor interested in making money or was he interested of healing me? It’s hard to say it, I hate to say it but the doctor probably wanted to make money with my illness.

It’s much more comfortable to rely on your own skills alone. Except if you’re part of a team (maybe a marriage), what experience taught me is that even friends can harm you. How can you keep an open heart then?

As if it was an asteroid menacing the Earth, I met an old friend who started to maybe make fun of me. But it wasn’t very clear; it was kind of sarcastic. I used to be jealous of that friend because he managed to leave Paris and go back to Lebanon.

That’s Alright I Still Have A Guitar

As a conclusion, the sense that’s important is that you have to work to succeed. You cannot succeed without working. Because talent is easily spotted by other talented people, one should never forget that the time spent ruminating should be useful. Now I can play Jimi Hendrix very well but when I was young I had troubles understanding Purple Haze.

A homeless person used to warn the members of Guns ‘n’ Roses: “it’s like a jungle here, you won’t survive”. And “Welcome to the Jungle” became a hit. Don’t be standard in the jungle; you have to stand out and show your skills. The jungle is without mercy for people who lost their balance. As if you were near a cliff.

To keep my balance, I have a secret: I listen to music as if we were living in caves and drew hands and animals like our ancestors.

Some days are dry, some days are leaky
Some days come clean, other days are sneaky
Some days take less, but most days take more
Some slip through your fingers and onto the floor

Some days you’re quick, but most days you’re speedy
Some days you use more force than is necessary
Some days just drop in on us
Some days are better than others

Some days it all adds up
And what you got is not enough
Some days are better than others

Some days are slippy, other days sloppy
Some days you can’t stand the sight of a puppy
Your skin is white but you think you’re a brother
Some days are better than others

Some days you wake up with her complaining
Some sunny days you wish it was raining
Some days are sulky, some days have a grin
And some days have bouncers and won’t let you in

Some days you hear a voice
Taking you to another place
Some days are better than others

Some days are honest, some days are not
Some days you’re thankful for what you’ve got
Some days you wake up in the army
And some days it’s the enemy

Some days are work, most days you’re lazy
Some days you feel like a bit of a baby
Lookin’ for Jesus and His mother
Some days are better than others

Some days you feel ahead
You’re making sense of what she said
Some days are better than others

Some days you hear a voice
Taking you to another place
Some days are better than others


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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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