Afraid of the dark....

When you're young, your whole life is about the pursuit of fun, then you grow up and learn to be cautious; you could break a bone, or a heart. You look before you leap and sometimes you don't leap at all because there's not always someone there to catch you. And in life, there is no safety net. When did it stop being fun and start being scary?
No idea...anyone?

What is to be found?

I'm looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love.
Unconditional love may be harmful, maybe that's why everybody is so concerned of their own needs and beliefs. Those beliefs may turn a love story into a freaky nightmare.
When it comes to relationships, maybe we're all in glass houses, and shouldn't throw stones. Because you can never really know. Some people are settling down, some are settling and some people refuse to settle for anything less. Than butterflies...

"Lajoie" et la Tristesse

Notre joie est notre tristesse sans masque.
Et le même puits d’où jaillit notre rire a souvent été rempli de nos larmes.
Comment en serait-il autrement ?

Plus profonde est l’entaille découpée en nous par notre tristesse, plus grande est la joie que nous pouvons abriter.

La coupe qui contient notre vin n’est-elle pas celle que le potier flambait dans son four ?

Le luth qui console notre esprit n’est-il pas du même bois que celui creusé par les couteaux ?

Lorsque vous êtes joyeux, sondez votre coeur, et vous découvrirez que ce qui vous donne de la joie n’est autre que ce qui causait votre tristesse.

Lorsque vous êtes triste, examinez de nouveau votre coeur. Vous verrez qu’en vérité vous pleurez sur ce qui fit vos délices.

Certains parmi vous disent : La joie est plus grande que la tristesse", et d’autres disent : "Non, c’est la tristesse qui est la plus grande".

Moi je vous dis qu’elles sont inséparables.

Elles viennent ensemble, et si l’une est assise avec vous, à votre table, rappelez-vous que l’autre est endormie sur votre lit.

En vérité, vous êtes suspendus, telle une balance, entre votre tristesse et votre joie.

Il vous faut être vides pour rester immobiles et en équilibre.

Lorsque le gardien du trésor vous soulève pour peser son or et son argent dans les plateaux, votre joie et votre tristesse s’élèvent ou retombent.

Merci mon petit Lajoie pour me montrer q'il y a beaucoup de choses a trouver que ma tristesse.

Define trust

Sometimes life tells us more than we can understand.
Sometimes understanding is not something you can have easily or assume people would have it for the things you've done or the way you've done things.
My grandma used to say that there is no use of being honest if you don't look honest.
Not important to feel like you're honest enough but that people see you as honest as your heart beats.
Hard to trust someone,hard to trust anyone when the impression is what it counts.
What would it take for me to be able to define trust?

Return to Innocence

Don't be afraid to be weak
don't be too proud to be strong
Just look into your heart
That will be the return to yourself
The return to innocence
If you want, then start to laugh
If you must, then start to cry
Be yourself don't hide
Just believe in destiny
Don't care what people say
Just follow your own way
Don't give up and use the chance
To return to innocence

That's not the beginning of the end
That's the return to yourself
The return to innocence

Beyond the invisible

I look into the mirror and see myself, I'm over me
I need space for my desires
Have to dive into my fantasies
I know as soon as I'll arrive
Everything is possible
Cause no one has to hide
Beyond the invisible
Close your eyes
Just feel and realize
It is real and not a dream
I'm in you and you're in me
It is time
To break the chains of life
If you follow you will see
What's beyond reality

Living in an island

Born in an island,raised in an island...living in an island now.
Despite the fact that there are over 2 million people on the island of Montreal, there are times you still feel shipwrecked and alone. Times even the most resourceful survivor would feel the need to put a message in a bottle, or on an answering machine.
Feeling like in an island, nevertheless, may be optional.

Je me souviens

This is what is written in all license plates here in Quebec...Je me souviens...which means "I remember"...
When driving here and in traffic jams, you are forced to see this message on and on....
Then, driving these days I found myself forced to think about this phrase.
I remember....
I remember my family, I remember when I was a kid playing around with my friends with my Hot Wheels...I remember my first day in school, I remember my first kiss, when I fell in love for the first time, I remember when the university accepted me, when I made love for the first time, I remember when I got married, I remember when I saw my kids for the first time and finally saw myself as a man.
I remember when I lost everything but my hope and the ones I love.
I remember when I overcame all this.
I remember who I am.
Je me souviens...
That's what stays after you, after you're gone, the rememberance.
Our lives are made of these memories, some good, some bad.
And then I realized: We shouldn't forget, but we should always be able to forgive.

Cherish is the word I'll use to remind me of your love

I turn the page and
I dream of silent verses where the rhyme
glides noiseless as an oar.
The heavy musty air, the black desks,
The bent heads and the rustling noises
In the great dome
Vanish...
And
The sun hangs in the cobalt-blue sky,
The boat drifts over the lake shallows,
The fishes skim like umber shades through the undulating weeds,
The oleanders drop their rosy petals on the lawns,
And the swallows dive and swirl and whistle
About the cleft battlements of your pride's castle....

Life...oh life

If you think back and replay your life, if it doesn't bring you tears either of joy or sadness, consider it wasted.