A friend of mine suggested once that it would be better if I stopped running after things (in this case a better job if not my dream job) that I desire to get. “Stop chasing your fate, then things will find you and come to you easily”. I can’t help imagining now silver platters in the air for everybody, flying smoothly each routed to different destinations. I think fate is way intelligent that there would be no need for traffic lights to avoid crashes.
The times when Fate and I agree on making peace (actually he is always cool and peaceful, I am the spoilsport and bitchy one) I promise him to be more patient, more mature. He gives me the feeling of contentment in return. I can’t help questioning now if autopilot can be used as a metaphor while talking about him...
Bob Marley is alleviating my worries today:
http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/16298/redemption_song/Bob_Marley_-_Redemption_Song
2 comments:
You would have to be very blue for that not to heal you. Bob is one of those few people whose spirit was music, in any culture and instrument he chose his spirit would have soared through it.
Precisely! His voice is dispersing throughout my veins like a sweet elixir...
Viva Bob! Viva la curación de música!
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