Isn’t it ironic, don’t you think? On vulnerability

Very often we can see the beauty in common things, the potential and talent that other people have inside, the good that there is in something bad or the intelligent side of a stupid affirmation
but we cannot see these elements inside us.

Growing from beauty to good, or simply putchange your glasses‘, it is not just a matter of make and external action, but it means also discovery something inside you, and give to it the right value.

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jne9t8sHpUc&w=560&h=315]

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  1. ganesha84 20 giugno 2012 at 20:00

    This one has always been one of my favourite songs ever and she is one of my favourite singers and authors.

    I was maybe 13 years old when it came out and at that time I didn’t catch the real meaning of its lyrics, I just used to think it had a very nice sound and rythm and I liked her as a character, I found her so charismatic and intelligent.

    It is one of those songs which you can listen to through the years and at different ages and you never get bored of them, and at the same time, every time you put them on, they give you something more that you didn’t realize the previous time. Just like some books do.

    I think this song is not about good or bad luck, but about opportunities. All those ‘ironic’ moments in life may be seen as demonstrations of bad luck and you can cry, curse and shout about them… without solving anything. Or you can mind the signs, look through them and see what life is going to teach you.

    “Rain on your wedding day” is not such a bad thing, you don’t have to mind these small details and let them ruin of the most beautiful days of your life. You should keep yourself focused on the deep meaning of such a day, instead of caring and getting angry about the external looks.

    “An old man turning ninety-eight, winning the lottery and dying the next day” well, if he cared so much about that money he cannot spend because he is at the end of his life, maybe he wouldn’t have understood the meaning of the life he lived.

    And so on…

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