Keep on dreaming…

“The best thing about dreams is that fleeting moment, when you are between asleep and awake, when you don’t know the difference between reality and fantasy, when for just that one moment you feel with your entire soul that the dream is reality, and it really happened.”

~ Anonymous

I’ve always believed in that saying that dreams were reflections of our subconscious…that your deepest desire would come true in a dream…that dreams are the touchstones of our character…

This morning I experienced this…the fleeting moment…the feeling that my dream really happened…

Oh, how much I wish it would’ve come true…to have my fantasy become my reality…

That feeling is always so wonderful…amazing…hopeful…

…but, now it is gone.

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A little piece of me disappears…

Every time I say good-bye to someone I’ve just met (and will probably never get to see them again) a little piece of me disappears.

Tears stream inside and my mind races as I restrain myself from reaching out for one last hug as I gaze at a wonderful person walking away in the night.

I didn’t even really get to know or talk to the person that much, but I could tell that he was a beautiful soul.

Maybe it’s the dancing…our styles were quite similar and maybe that’s why we clicked so well.

Whatever it was, it’s done now.

We had a lot of fun laughing while dancing and there was never a time where we didn’t have multiple dances in a row.

Cherish those memories.

Recall the genuine smile.

Remember the calming voice.

I’m glad you found dancing two nights in a row and I’m undoubtedly happy that you asked me to dance.

Have a safe flight home to Europe.

Ugh, I get attached so easily.

I had just gotten used to seeing his face in my favorite places for swing dancing.

Oh, I hate saying good-bye.

Currently listening to “Bittersweet Symphony” by The Verve.

Whatever will be, will be…

Que Sera, Sera (Whatever Will Be, Will Be) – Sly & the Family Stone

When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother what will I be
Will I be pretty
Will I be rich
Here’s what she said to me

Que sera sera
Whatever will be will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que sera sera

When I grew up and fell in love
I asked my lover what lies ahead
Will there be rainbows day after day
Here’s what my lover said

Que sera sera
Whatever will be will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que sera sera

Que sera sera
Whatever will be will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que sera sera

Now I have children of my own
They asked their mother what will I be
WIll I be handsome
Will I be rich
I tell them

Que sera sera

Que sera sera

Que sera sera…

Enough of the sad blog entries…

Time for happy ones now!

Dancing, singing, friendships, relationships, love, good memories…

…just need to work a bit on my academics…

Other than that, I’m ready to see what the future holds for me!

Bring it on!!!!! 😀

Dancing myself to happiness

I’ve figured out that the only thing I’m really, truly, absolutely good at is dancing.

Here are my reasons:

Piano – I have limited abilities now because of my right hand injury.

Singing – I get too nervous…this amounts to horrible stage presence…which is ironic because I’m in an a cappella group.

Communicating – Words can only go so far with me. I’m actually quite shy and it takes me awhile to become comfortable enough to hold a meaningful conversation with someone. I also tend to hold my feelings in as a way of showing others that I’m stronger than I really am…it just happened that I turned out this way.

Dancing – I feel at peace with myself…with everyone else…with the world around me. I don’t get as nervous as I do when talking or singing. I pick up moves easily. Apparently, I’m a pretty good follow. I listen to the music and, when I’m off-beat, I try to quickly get back on…or, if the lead is the one off-beat, I follow him and I let it hurt my brain that we’re off together. I will dance anywhere…just play music, give me a partner, and hand me my dancin’ shoes…and I will dance for all to see. I have fun when I dance (not that I don’t have fun while playing piano or singing or talking) and I show it! I laugh! I smile! I try to make it fun for my lead. When my lead talks to me, sometimes I get thrown off by trying to answer them…but I believe that to dance with someone is to have a conversation with that person. Dance is communication. Dance is MY communication.

Just make it go away…

This is such a beautiful song.

It’s from the So You Think You Can Dance breast cancer tribute dance choreographed by Tyce Diorio and danced by Melissa Sandvig and Ade Obayomi.

This Woman’s Work – Maxwell

Pray God you can cope.
I stand outside this woman’s work,
This woman’s world.
Ooh, it’s hard on the man,
Now his part is over.
Now starts the craft…of the Father.

I know you’ve got a little life in you yet.
I know you’ve got a lot of strength left.
I know you’ve got a little life in you yet.
I know you’ve got a lot of strength left.

I should be crying, but I just can’t let it show.
I should be hoping, but I can’t stop thinking.

Of all the things we should’ve said,
That I never said.
All the things we should’ve done,
That we never did.
All the things we should’ve given,
But I didn’t.

Oh, darling, make it go,
Make it go away.

Give me these moments.
Give them back to me.
Give me that little kiss.
Give me your hand.

I know you have a little life in you yet.
I know you have a lot of strength left.
I know you have a little life in you yet.
I know you have a lot of strength left.

I should be crying, but I just can’t let it show.
I should be hoping, but I can’t stop thinking.

Of all the things we should’ve said,
That we never said.
All the things we should’ve done,
That we never did.
All the things that you wanted from me.
All the things that you needed from me.
All the things we should’ve given,
But I didn’t.

Oh, darling, make it go away now.
Just make it go away.

Everyone has those moments. Those moments that make you wonder what you did wrong. Those moments that keep you asking why it had to happen to you.

What did I do?

Is this karma?

It doesn’t matter what you’re thinking.

You must be strong.

You can’t let it show.

You must show others that you’ve gotten through it. You must show others that it’s okay to talk about it. You must show others that it doesn’t hurt as much as it does.

…but it still does…it always does…

I’ve let myself believe that everything happens for a reason. Everything happens for another purpose…to make you stronger…to make you appreciate what you have…to make you think.

I’m not saying that I’m a “good” person…but I believe that bad things happen to good people because God knows that they are strong enough to handle whatever is thrown at them. God knows that they will pull through and will learn from their experiences. God knows.

God, I hope you believe in me. I hope you have faith in me. I hope it’ll get better. I hope you have a better plan for me.

I don’t want it to be easier because life isn’t easy. You don’t learn from things that are easy. You must work through things…deal with failure…deal with adapting…

It’s all part of the process…the process of life…of living…of being human.

I know you have a little life in you yet. I know you have a lot of strength left…