From & To Sathish #5 - Page 86

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self vs selfie

Self comes from Old English, which means "one's own person." the entire person of an individual. : the realization or embodiment of an abstraction. 5. : material that is part of an individual organism. the ability of the immune system to distinguish self from non-self. Self is a natural system that acts toward auto-preservation and auto-perpetuation. It is the underlying principle of all living things. Self is the driving force that, under selective pressure, propels evolution forward.

A man in his mid or late 20s smiled at me, a smile that was as long as a mile and then the mile slowly shrank to a pout as he saw and realized that his smile was not being reflected on my face and that he had done it in haste and had been a waste.

I turned away and looked pointedly at the blue sky and the dull blob of a rising sun. Rude, arrogant, periya mayiru. Maybe and maybe not. But, my time with the sun and sky and sea and its wave babies is my time and my soul's time. It is my time when I recycle my recycle bin of soul crap and examine myself through my soul lens.

Manners, kindness, polite all be damned for one and everyone will maybe and again maybe not think about every passing second that passes us by and it breaks my heart when people, strangers, and fans even, hang around, hover around to take a pic, make small talk and generally f..k me and my day up. Sorry, I usually show them my fangs when my face seemingly stretches in a smile that sadly is not for my eyes will usually spit out what I am thinking. Damn my eyes for showing me up all the time.

Okay, Satish. okay bro, You have cornered me, us all and have forced me and all of us to ask, ' why do you always sound so weird and so abnormal?'

Time, people. Time. So little is given to us and then again so little is our own time. our very own private soul time.

Oh No! The madman has returned to torment us one last time in 2022 you will all go in your heads and I know, for I go with you.

Seriously, eating, sleeping, driving, working, standing in lines, ( Sex-well) reading, watching tv and movies, browsing or surfing the net, watching a lot of p.rn ( okay a bit of it)

OMG! Where is it? Where is that, me, my time? I time. That time when you slip out of all the masks, and physical skins that we have to wear, forced to wear in the name of love, duty and other mayas?

Where will you go to recycle your soul bin and where will you go to be voluntarily confined in solitude?

Nowhere. Yes, my fellow souls. There is no escaping, ever.

So, one does what one needs to do and one adapts, for without that.................. loony bin.

Without further ado, I shall end this tale of my tail.

I growled, ' what is it?' and he squeaked, ' big fan. Full family liking your serial.'

If he had gone on or worse if I had left him to go on and on, I would have truly transformed into a serial Killer and so I mumbled ' Thank you ' and glared at him and well, he reached for his pant pocket and brought out his phone and squeaked ' Selfie please.'

Okay. Enough. Can you, anyone of you please tell me wtf the word selfie means?' for, I, me and myself am going crazy and if possible what is this need, addiction to selfies?

Avan, Aval Adhu 282

“To die, to sleep -

To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub,

For in this sleep of death what dreams may come...” William Shakespeare, Hamlet

Sleep, coma, unconscious, near death and Death, are all matters and states related to the physical brain and its inner abstract children called " Mind and consciousness."

It is only in death that everything comes to a halt. A full stop and if the journey continues then it is in the purview of a higher consciousness of a higher authority. But in all the other states that I have mentioned in the above sentence, the brain works as an organ and the mind continues to think and dream of a different realm. Dreams or nightmares?

For a person with so many achievements behind him and still on the road to achieving an even greater number, Ravi always came across as a person who was very economical in both words and in his physical movements. Many around him remarked in amazement about this fact about him and a few often worked up the courage to ask him about it.

' Master sir, you speak so little and yet you teach us so much. You speak so softly and yet all of us hear you. You seem to be always still and yet you appear to be everywhere and also get so much work done. How is this possible, sir?'

Ravi's reply had always been a smile and a shrug and if pushed for an answer, ' I guess I have always been thus and so don't find anything remarkable about it.'

Even in the darkness and in that final second, Ravi had taken notice of the way the Paliyan had jerked open his right forearm and his instincts and training had warned him of a weapon. They had been right and the moment the blade had entered his body, stabbing through his skin, seeking his heart, Ravi knew the blade was poisoned and he knew that it was meant to kill and kill quickly.

In those final seconds, Ravi's brain had raced through all options available to him and had told him that the Sanjeevini mudra was the only one that could save him from instant death and slow the poison and buy him a few more hours of life. But he also knew that if he used that particular mudra, then he was condemning himself into a mind prison, a coma, a deep sleep from which he might just not return for there existed only a handful of people who knew how to unlock it.

' instant death or delayed death ' Ravi had thought for he knew that it was going to be a race against time for himself and for those around him. For, even with the Sanjeevini mudra, he knew that he would be able to slow the poison but not forever and that it would eventually find his heart that the blade had sought but had lost.'

' It is always the heart. Be it a cupid's arrow or a poisoned blade' Ravi had smiled ruefully and his fingers had clenched in a strange manner as his lips had invoked the secret shloka of Lord Hanuman and had collapsed to the ground.

Ravi lay in his own self-made mind prison totally unaware that his life had been saved by the arrival of Kandhan.

If he had known he would have flashed his characteristic crescent moon of a smile that's neither like a full moon that shines brightly reflecting the light of the sun nor like the new moon that lies in dark without light and would have said, ' A Paliyan tries to kill me and another Paliyan saves me. Yin and Yang are at play as always. That he giveth he taketh away and that he taketh he bestows again.'

Gayatri's eyelids opened slowly and fluttered a few times like a butterfly testing its soft, sticky wings just after it has emerged from its silk cocoon. Then her eyelids fluttered even more quickly and then finally opened and stayed open as her unfocussed eyes finally focused and regained consciousness. Just like the butterfly takes off after it realizes that its wings are dry and ready for flight.

Gasping, she yelled in panic filled voice, ' what happened? where am I? What am I doing lying in a bed? ' and tried to get up but was gently held and pushed down by Rasaathi Ammal's old but strong hands who informed her in a soothing voice, ' Everything is okay. You are all right. It's just that you suddenly collapsed and were unconscious for a few minutes. So, the doctors decided that it was better to admit you and keep you under observation for a few hours.'

' Unconscious, for how long?'

' Twenty to twenty-five minutes at the most ' Rasaathi Ammal said and placing a hand on Gayatri's head gently stroking her spoke to her in a calm and comforting voice, ' Not surprising at all after all that you have gone through in the past few days. If that lake incident where you nearly lost your life was not enough then you faced trouble again in the temple when you boldly intervened and stopped those thieves from stealing the statues. And now this.'

Old and young looked at each other. With wisdom in her eyes that comes only from experience Rasaathi Ammal gazed fondly into the eyes of the younger Gayatri in whom, the last rays of youth, the zest to live, to love and be loved finally gave way to life and its experiences and she broke down and began to cry uncontrollably.

Gayatri's body shook in spasms as her pain, guilt for being the cause of Ravi's situation, and all that was wrong in her life joined forces and burst out as tears and in a choked voice, she apologized again and again.

' Sorry. I am really sorry. It's because of me that Ravi is in this condition. I should have never come here. I should have never been born in the first place. I only bring pain and sorrow to people around me and I always end up hurting those who want to love me and take care of me. I am sick. I am diseased both in body and mind.'

Rasaathi Ammal gently pulled Gayatri to her and hugged her, gently rocked her like she was an infant and consoled her.

' Why are you sorry my child? If not for you, my son would have risked his life for someone else and for some other cause. Why do you blame yourself and hurt yourself? Haven't you tortured and tormented yourself enough all these years and even before you came to us? How many crosses will you carry even though you have committed no great sin?'

Rasaathi Ammal using her saree gently wiped Gayatri's tears and her eyes and said, ' Child, listen, you can't go on like this forever. You need to let things go and let life flow and take its own course and let it come to you rather than fight and swim against it and in the end drown and lose everything.'

' What do I do mother? How do I go about doing it ?'

' One step at a time, Gayatri. One problem at a time. Take what is troubling you the most and deal with it. If in case you feel you have hurt or ruined someone's life then go and meet them and talk to them and ask them to forgive you. That itself will reduce all this stress and pain that stems from guilt and trauma.'

Gayatri looked at her and asked timidly, ' Will it work, mother? Do you really think that I can set things right and what needs to be done?'

' Yes, child. It will work. But...' pausing she looked at Gayatri, ' But it will never work no matter what you do unless...?'

Gayatri looked at Rasaathi ammal with big eyes that were lotuses blooming under the light of the sun and asked in a trembling voice, ' unless what?'

' Unless you first forgive yourself. Until and unless you realize that you are just another pawn, another soul in this game called life and that beyond you and above you, there is something called a higher power, a reason, a purpose why all this is happening and why it is happening to you and to all of us?'

They sat drowning in the comfort of the silence and then Rasaathi Ammal said, ' Gayatri, it is just 3.30 am in the morning. Go to sleep and rest your weary head and your weary heart for one is always better prepared after a good sleep.'

Gayatri stared at Rasaathi Ammal for several moments and then finally smiled and said, ' Thank you. You are right when you said that I need to sleep and rest for a while. I think I will do exactly that.'

' Good. A good start although in your situation I think it is more like " All's well that ends well."

Getting up, Rasaathi Ammal informed her that she was going to go see how Ravi was doing and stopped and wearing a weary and worried look, ' I have no clue as to how one goes about tracking a ghost after nearly 25 years. But it has to be done, otherwise, my son will never wake up.'

Gayatri watched as the door shut close leaving her to her solitude and she whispered, ' you are right and wrong, mother. For it is indeed a good start for me and hopefully, soon it will end well for both of them and all of you. You were right in saying that " All's well that ends well " for only I know who the ghost is and where she is right now. She will come and she will save your son and after that everything will be like they desired and how it should have been all those years ago.'

She reached for her phone to make another flight booking out of Madurai for there was very little time to reach the airport and board the flight. But, Gayatri was pleasantly surprised as she read the SMS from Indigo Airlines that informed her that her flight to Mumbai from Madurai which was supposed to depart at 5.00 Am had been delayed by a further 30 minutes and would now leave at 5.30 am.

' Not bad, Gayatri. At least there is something positive about your life. You should be able to reach the airport in time and board the flight safely.'

Opening a browser, she quickly found the Indigo airlines site and finished the web check-in formalities and slowly got out of bed feeling a whole lot better.

In the darkness of the hospital room, she whispered, ' Madurai city and Madurai Gods and Goddesses, please watch over Ravi and all of them. Please watch over Madhu when she arrives here for she will need all your protection.'

Her heart suddenly began to race as her head filled itself with thoughts of the future and then taking a deep breath she sighed for she knew what she had to do. There was no going around it but to confide in somebody and the only person that she knew she could confide in right now was Gupta Uncle.

Avan, Aval Adhu 283

ripple effect -the continuing and spreading results of an event or action

“Every thought you have, every move you make, is like a pebble dropped into water. It continues to make ripples.

The 2004 Indian ocean earthquake's epicentre was in Sumatra, Indonesia. More than 235,000 people lost their lives in the deadly tsunami that the earthquake generated. The tsunami that the earthquake created took just 15 minutes to invade the nearest piece of land and unleash the destructive power behind its deadly creation. The tsunami waves that swept into the Indonesian and Thailand coasts reached nearly 160 feet in height and as far as the length was concerned, take it for granted that it was a lot.

The tsunami wave did not stop there and travelled more than 6,000 km across the Indian Ocean and slammed into the African coast of Somalia, although it was much smaller. But then smaller is a relative term for the waves were still 30 feet tall and still carried enough force to claim 289 lives. But gradually the tsunami lost its power and the ocean and seas returned to their normal states of existence.

But what happens when an earthquake happens in a small pond and generates a Tsunami? What happens when the wave hits the walls of the pond and rebounds back again and again and yes, again? What happens to all the small things that live in that pond when they are lashed by the tsunami again and again and yes again? How can they live a normal life when so much destruction is happening around them? What quality of life can they hope to live out amidst all the chaos? What does it do to all their broken lives and how do they mend, heal and look to the future? Broken or unbroken? Healed, mended but with very little of the original semblance outside and inside. Importantly, inside, I use the word brittle here for want of a better word.

The pond, earthquake and Tsunamis are all metaphors. You do realize that right? I know you will get me and get there.

An hour passed before Rasaathi Ammal returned to check on Gayatri and stood still seeing the empty bed. She wanted to knock on the bathroom door just to make sure but knew in her mind that it would be a futile action.

' So, little broken bird, You have flown away.' Rasaathi Ammal opened the windows and the sounds of Madurai waking to a new day came through to her ears.

She stared into the distance at the Madurai Temple Gopuram and prayed and wished Gayatri well.

' Child, you have spread your broken wings and have flown away. But, Gayatri, you have left your heart and soul behind in the safekeeping of my son. How then will you manage to fly, breathe and live on? You will run, fly and hide but eventually, you will return home one day. I hope you find peace where ever you are in whatever you do.'

Rasaathi Ammal stared angrily at the temple tower whose lights still blazed brightly dispelling the darkness of the land and hopefully the darkness that creeps into all lives and asked, ' You broke him once and through him, you broke all of us. Broken and beaten, my son somehow managed to hang on and persevered in making something of himself. But now, you are threatening to break him and break all of us once again. Why? What is it that you hope to achieve through all this chaos and destruction? Many years ago, you chased that girl and made an enemy out of his own cousin and now you have chased Gayatri too and have placed my son in a prison that they say has been created by himself? Is it not enough that you use us as puppets and make us perform for your sick amusement? How long will you toy with us and how long before it all ends in peace or in pieces?'

She slowly walked back to the ICU and seeing Partha and Daksha there informed them that Gayatri had left.

Daksha tried but was late to stop Partha from cursing angrily, ' Good riddance of bad rubbish. '

Pushing Daksha's hand away, ' what, ha, what? I am not supposed to say anything, feel anything? My best friend, sorry, the best thing in my life lies there, lost to all of us and most probably lost to himself and you want me to keep quiet about it?'

Daksha looked at him with understanding and tried to say something that might calm her husband down but she was too late for Ravi's mother Rasaathi Ammal spoke and answered and at the same time questioned Partha about his outburst.

' Good riddance and bad rubbish, Partha! You have just revealed what you feel and how strongly you feel about Ravi but what about what others feel, especially poor Gayatri? What about what she feels and what about what Ravi feels about her?'

' Amma, she hurt him, yelled at him and unnecessarily pushed him over the edge.'

' So, you mean to say that is the reason Ravi went out on his own to take on the men that had come to hurt all of you?'

Smiling sadly, ' Is that all that you know about your best friend? You really think a petty fight with Gayatri would have upset Ravi?'

Shaking her head, ' I am sorry, Partha. But, I would like to think that my son is far better than that and knowing his mind well, I can tell you with authority that he is not one to act or say anything without thinking about it first and from several angles.'

Placing a gentle hand on Partha's shoulder, ' Don't be too hasty to judge others without knowing what they are going through and please never ever assume to know everything about others. Even if it is your best friend.'

Looking in Ravi's direction, ' He is my son but I know nothing about him although he lets me think the exact opposite of it.'

She looked at both of them, ' There is a reason why Gayatri came and there is an important reason why she has left and I am sure that soon the reason will reveal itself. Things just don't happen like that for there is always a purpose in all of life's movements.'

There is surely nothing other than the single purpose of the present moment. A man's whole life is a succession of moment after moment. If one fully understands the present moment, there will be nothing else to do, and nothing else to pursue. Live being true to the single purpose of the moment. Yamamoto Tsunetomo.

Everything takes time and how much time each and every one of us is allocated is up to the cosmos. But, what we do with that allocated time is up to each and every individual and life. Do you remember going on those school excursions and the amount of pocket money we were given to spend on the trip?

I am sure that some got more and some got less and some got something that the word less sneered at. I tell myself that the entity called God has given me this life which here translates as the school excursion and allocated time for that trip which as you guessed is pocket money.

Most of us got little and splurged all of it on karumbu juice, Kizhi mooku manga slices covered with chilly powder and salt and kuchi ice cream. I remember that particular paal semiya kuchi ice that used to cost all of 10 or 15 paise and it would have one or two semiyas in its white decor and my eyes would go round and big like a barn owl and slurping it, I was ready to die and go to heaven.

There were a few who did not splurge all of their pocket money and went back with half of it and there were a further few strange kids who did not do even that and returned home with their entire pocket money intact.

Splurge, don't splurge, live, don't live. It is all the individual's choice.

Me, I did splurge and waste my pocket money of time but in a different sort of way and that way was with one foot in the past and with one foot in the future not realizing that both were abstract with one gone and with one to come.

Time, experience, highs, lows, pain and joy have taught me the true meaning of Metamorphosis and I realized that it is not just about tadpoles and frogs and caterpillars and butterflies but also about my own growth and transformation.

Yes, tearing down the walls and barriers of my own mind cocoon and breaking down the bars of my own prison.

There have been so many times when I stood gripping the bars of my life prison wondering why I had been cast there and why I had been separated from the rest of my tribe. I soon realized that it was I that had gone into the self-imposed prison and it was I that had confined myself to my own solitude.

In the end, it is our own making, our own spending and our own living.

Time, pocket money, life and excursions.

“To recognize one's own insanity is, of course, the arising of sanity, the beginning of healing and transcendence.” Eckhart Tolle

transcend means to rise above or go beyond the limits. to triumph over the negative or restrictive aspects of overcome

Trauma means a deeply distressing or disturbing experience.

Trauma can change the way we think, feel, and act for a long time after the initial event. For many people, this could mean flashbacks or nightmares, a constant feeling of being on edge, loneliness, anger, intrusive thoughts and memories, self-destructive actions, and more

I, started my journey of transcending when two bodies came together ( Their souls. Well, that is a big if, what, why and who knows) but I was stuck in her womb. So, still two but that didn't last too long for I transcended from her and out into life.

I am grateful for that, to them and to that which hopefully waits for my transition and transcendence. Wait, am I being confusing? Okay. Transition means to transit from life and transcending life and death to.............................. Where to? How the hell would I know?

Hold on until my transition and maybe I will return to haunt all of you and scare you with my findings.

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Every major religion on earth subscribes to the belief in a period of fasting -- abstinence from food, sex, and other basic human cravings. It's meant to help you dwell on the bigger mysteries that have confounded mankind -- the purpose of existence, the meaning of life, the transient effervescence of our being and... what your wife really meant when she said, "I am not mad at you" this morning.”

abstinence - the practice of restraining oneself from indulging in something

fasting - abstaining from all or some kinds of food or drink, especially as a religious observance.be deprived of all or some kinds of food, especially for medical or experimental reasons.

I have known about Fasting and Abstinence since my childhood but sadly never practised it or followed it in its truest sense. But, I have more often than not, fasted and abstained to a certain extent and sometimes on a daily basis. More of this and my familiar madness later in this, post, article, message, and thought. No, C..P. That will do just well. My, my, Sat, you are a humble dog after all.

Jesus walked away from his followers and into the desert and was gone for 40 days. He sat in a circle that he had drawn with his own hands and contemplated, meditated and generally waited for his creator to appear and reveal itself and its purpose and reason behind life and creation.

Before becoming Buddha, Prince Siddharta walked away from his palace and riches and finally sat under a tree for 49 days lost in the thought of God.

Muhammad the Prophet started the practice of fasting in Islam in the holy month of Ramadan.

Buddha 49 days. Jesus 40 days. Prophet Muhammad 30 days. Ayappa devotees 41 days. Hindus during the month of Shravan which falls in July / August or August / September depending on the regional calendar.

Ayappa saami, forgive me if my words border on blasphemy. But, believe me, they are not and I am using you for what you truly are. God.

Come September and early October, you start seeing men in black along with boys in black. I am sorry if those titles evoke a vision of sci-fi hits from Hollywood but my thoughts are far from it. I mean the practice of wearing black clothes by ayappa devotees who begin their fasting before setting off on their pilgrimage to the holy site of Sabarimala.

I have a friend, a funny creature who decided that he would go to Sabarimala and so prepared himself for it and but for smoking, did a rather decent job of it but for the swearing and cursing. We will forgive him for that.

Then he and a few other friends went off on this pilgrimage and returned after five days and I dropped in to say hi to him.

Late breakfast and a very large and special breakfast had been laid out for my friend by his concerned family and when I walked in, there he sat a lone figure with a large plate in front of him and was happily stuffing himself. He regularly helped himself with portions from the large bowls that had been placed before him.

What were in them? Seriously, you are asking me that?

Okay, I will answer it. Panchabhootangal, illa, the universal life in all its forms were in the bowls.

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat?

Thundering typhoons and blistering barnacles.

Parappathu, Nadapathu, Neendhuvathu, Piranthathu, piravathathu. Pudhiyadhu, Pazhaiyathu. Anaithum ange irunthathu

Okay, okay, hold on to your chairs.

Chicken, fish, egg, mutton brains, and Karuvaadu, nandu, urulai, saadham, etc. Ammadi, podhuma.

His mum, the sweetest and kindest soul to have ever graced this planet, smiled at me and asked, ' Iyaa, raasa, Satisu, saapdriya appa?

My answer was my face and I am sure that most of my friends know about the weird expressions that I am able to conjure up from my weird mind and I am sure my expression was an answer enough. But, no, I did answer her and politely said, ' illla, vendaam amma. Saaptachu.'

Honestly, if I had wanted, I could have downed a little food but after seeing my friend in all his glory and that too just an hour or so after having returned from his Sabarimala trip, I could not work up any sort of hunger. For he was eating not just for himself but for me and for the entire mankind.

We slowly walked out of the house and then out of the blue came this deep bellow of a sound that was so scary, my ghost jumped out of my body and I nearly soiled my pants.

With eyes as big as flying saucers, I looked at my friend and enquired in mortal fear, ' Did, did............. was that you? Did you burp so loudly?'

He smiled like Usain bolt does when winning an Olympic gold medal and then topped it with the words made immortal by Shrek. Not exactly on those lines but nearly there. ' Vanduchu utten'.

What were Shrek's words you might ask, and the answer to it is, " Better out than in I say."

Shrek - Shrek and Princess Fiona Burp

Like Moses who climbed Mount Sinai to meet God, I stood at the bottom of the stairs and looked at my friend, ' You could have waited a few more days before you ate like that. Like you had never seen food before in your life. What about your abstinence, fasting and all that for nearly 41 days? What did you learn in that period?'

Like God delivering the ten Commandments to Moses, my friend thundered his Peelasopie ( Ok, Philosophy) standing on top of the stairs and me, yeah at the bottom.

' Adhaan mudinju poche, Appuram enna. 41 days follow panne. Over. Ippo vazhkaiya vazha vendiyathu thaan.'

I am sure I appeared to his eyes as an alien with my wide-opened confused eyes staring at him and then I asked him, ' What just happened in there? It looks like a virundhu was laid out for you which would have even satisfied a King.'

Lighting a cigarette, he blew smoke in my direction with a casual style that would have made the superstar proud of him and said, ' Vaada, oru tea saaptu varalaam.'

' Ennathu teaya ' I squeaked and wondered what space remained in his tummy to accommodate more stuff.

True to his Peelasopie, over the next few days he ate, drank and smoked with a vengeance that defied the very laws of human existence and continues to do so till date.

So, tell me my fellow human souls and voyagers, is fasting, abstinence something that just has to be gotten over with like a ritual, a tradition and a symbolic gesture to please God or is it something more?

“Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth.” Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Fasting has been associated with several health benefits, including weight loss, improved blood sugar control, decreased inflammation, and enhanced heart health. It might also offer protection against certain conditions like cancer and neurodegenerative disorders.

Abstinence can be a way to avoid the risks that come with sex like pregnancy and STDs and can also help you focus on other things in your life that are important to you. like friends, school, sports, activities, having fun, and planning for your future.

Fasting and Abstinence somehow seem to be all about the body. What about the mind? Are there fasting and abstinence rituals involved there too?

Ah! I see now why Prince Siddharta walked away into the desert and Jesus walked away into the desert. It is not just them but so many great minds that have confined themselves to solitude and have shunned the outside world.

So, then, these seem to be the tried and tested methods that are on par with fasting and abstinence of the body.

Normal wife - ' How does this dress look on me?'

Abstaining and fasting ( of the mind) husband - ' Do you like it? '

Normal wife, ' I am not sure but tell me what you think about this dress. What about the colour?'

Abstaining and fasting ( of the mind) husband - ' How does it matter if I like it or don't like it for what you feel is more important?'

Normal wife - If you like it then it will make me feel better.'

Abnormal husband - ' How? Oh, ok. I get it now. If I say I like it then you will feel better even if you don't like it for then both of us are in the same boat and that will help you with the guilt of having purchased something that you really didn't like to begin with. Yet, you went ahead and bought it.'

Normal, patient, tolerant and understanding wife of an abnormal husband - Exactly. The same way my thinking was when I got married to you and I am still in doubt as to why I married you.'

Life. Life is life. Live your life.

OPUS - Live Is Life - Original Video 1985

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Sweet dreams are made of this

Who am I to disagree

I travel the world and the seven seas

Everybody's looking for something

Some of them want to use you

Some of them want to get used by you

Some of them want to abuse you

Some of them want to be abused

Sweet dreams are made of this

Who am I to disagree

I travel the world and the seven seas

Everybody's looking for something

Hold your head up, keep your head up, movin' on

Hold your head up, movin' on, keep your head up, movin' on

Hold your head up, movin' on, keep your head up, movin' on

Hold your head up, movin' on, keep your head up

Some of them want to use you

Some of them want to get used by you

Some of them want to abuse you

Some of them want to be abused

Sweet dreams are made of this

Who am I to disagree

I travel the world and the seven seas

Everybody's looking for something

Sweet dreams are made of this

Who am I to disagree

I travel the world and the seven seas

Everybody's looking for something

Sweet dreams are made of this

Who am I to disagree

I travel the world and the seven seas

Everybody's looking for something

Sweet dreams are made of this

Who am I to disagree

I travel the world and the seven seas

Everybody's looking for something

Sweet dreams are made of this

Who am I to disagree

I travel the world and the seven seas