Struck By Lightening

It's almost scary when it hits you how much in love you are. It doesn't matter with whom. It matters how much. You realise it in that sudden flash of lightening that you are capable of loving so much.

It can happen anywhere. For me it happened when I heard this song:

You Belong To Me - English Patient, Katherine & Almasy

Past, Present, Past

What is it about the past that makes us its slave? Good or bad, we keep going back to it, play it again and again in our heads, smile or cry, and refuse to move on. Sure, some of us are naive enough to claim otherwise, but everyone holds on to past for its mere presence. We all might not be bunch of great futurists, but we all are intelligent past observers. Naive, intelligent, and very very human.