Something always brings me back to you.
It never takes too long.
No matter what I say or do I’ll still feel you here
till the moment I’m gone.

You hold me without touch.
You keep me without chains.
I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love
And not feel your rain.

Set me free, leave me be.
I don’t want to fall another moment into your gravity.
Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I’m supposed to be.
But you’re on to me and all over me.

You loved me ’cause I’m fragile.
When I thought that I was strong.
But you touch me for a little while
And all my fragile strength is gone.

Set me free, leave me be.
I don’t want to fall another moment into your gravity.
Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I’m supposed to be.
But you’re on to me and all over me.

I live here on my knees as I try to make you see
That you’re everything I think I need here on the ground.
But you’re neither friend nor foe though I can’t seem to let you go.
The one thing that I still know is that you’re keeping me down,
You’re keeping me down

Something always brings me back to you,
It never takes too long

 Gravity – Written by Sarah Bareilles
Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Something that is bit close to my heart. It’s sad how dog breed have been manipulated to highlight certain characteristics that represent the breed.
Most of the pure breeds now have more problems associated with them than they did 100 years of ago. These defects have been intentionally bred, and its sad to think this has gone on under auspices of bodies such as The Kennel Club.

Science and Dogs

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Where is the Respect?

Posted: June 23, 2013 in Uncategorized

When I was growing up, I was taught to respect my parents. I was taught to respect my elders. I followed the examples set by my Father and my Grandfather.

When we were out walking, if we passed a policeman, he would always nod his head, ever so slightly. I asked him why, he said he did out of respect for what they did. They put themselves in danger way so can live in safety.  They patrol the streets so we can sleep safely at nights.  He told me to always respect those people.  To this day, if I pass a police officer while I walk on the street, my head always dips as a sign of respect.

When I was school, we would always respect our teachers. When we walked past a teacher, it was expected from us to dip our head a little and touch our caps. It was a sign of respect and acknowledgement. I would never dare give lip to any teacher or any elder. The consequences for me, if I were to do so would have been severe. I would not get any money for comic books, my parents would tell me they were disappointed, my play-time would be curtailed or I would be given detention at school.

Heavens forbid if I ever come back with a note from school. I would have done anything to avoid walking home that afternoon and showing the note to my parents. While the school had netted out its punishment, it would be nothing compared to what I faced at home.  I felt abject shame at my behavior and I worked on understanding and modifying that which would result is undesirable outcomes.

I did these things when I was younger, it was programmed behavior and I never questioned why?  It was the norm and when you are young there is a strong desire to conform to norms. Little did I realize then that they were creating a foundation of values on which my life would be based: Respect, Humility, Love and Generosity. Most of these values had been instilled in me by the time I was 7 and they were reinforced through every day living.  Now they are second nature and part of who I am.

Somewhere over the last 20 years something has gone very wrong.  Kids no longer seem to respect their teachers or their parents.  I saw a 6 year old say “FUCK YOU” to his mum, and her response was “I don’t know what I am going to do with him?” I feel more for that child than the parent.  He has never been shown the boundaries.

How did we get to such a state?  I will try to explore the role of family structure, education systems, and society that led the current state in future blogs.

The Most Beautiful Ruined Moment.