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One thing about experience, bad or positive, is that they are always occasions to open your mind and eyes to see more in things you already experienced before.

And this is funny and surprising at the same time.

Sometimes you get things popping in your mind out of the blue.

I don’t believe it to be random anymore though, they get called out from the mists of past memories for a reason.

Few days ago it happened to me and painted a smile on my face. Because I finally get it at a deeper level.

There’s a singer who died in the early 2000, so he was the kind of person that my parents liked since they were young, in the 80s.

He is without a doubt the greatest artist in Italy, might not ever been mainstream because he was a "cantautore" so he was a painful thorn in the side of the entire establishment, but too big and loved to be silenced, the kind of person that even their enemies are grudgingly forced to praise in public. he’s universally recognized as the greatest.

His texts are always very simple and at the same time deep and complex.

Anyway, you can’t know him because he’s a foreign artist, but for some reason a verse of one of his songs popped into my mind.

Unusual because being a foreigner in a foreign country I am so rarely using my native language that I am not longer used to even think in it, I think in the languages I use, English included.

And since months I generally don’t indulge in thinking about stuff any longer, I live in the moment.

So I believe that something was going on in the subconscious layers of the mind that brought it up.

The verse was this (translated and paraphrased so it kind of loses the form of poetry and may sound silly, but let’s try)

Love and laugh (live it, as in embracing) if love responds (to yours),

Cry out loudly if it’s not hearing you (not reciprocating yours),

From the diamonds nothing is born,

From the manure, the flowers are born

The topic is kind of our stuff here.

What can I say, I get it now.

And that made me smile.

Wholesome

[This message edited by BackfromtheStorm at 6:59 PM, Thursday, June 11th]

BackfromtheStorm this is lovely and much softer than some of the harder truths we often have to sit with here.

From the diamonds nothing is born,From the manure, the flowers are born

I understand what you mean as ametimes the most painful experiences force a different kind of growth not because the pain was deserved or because the betrayal becomes acceptable but because something in us starts to see more clearly. There is something strangely comforting in the idea that even from the worst mess something alive can still grow.

Thank you for sharing this...it felt hopeful...

We had to eat a lot of …. And sure it tasted like….

However hey, look around, no matter how much it hurts while you have to digest the un requested meal our partner so "graciously " force fed us, seems people flourish again.

And we don’t need to anymore swallow unwanted "fertilizer " too, they can keep it all for themselves their kindred spirits.

Forgive my dark humor , I have a tendency to joke about infidelity because from the other side I see it now just weak, ridiculous and above all just childishly pathetic.

I know the deep pain it causes and I respect it. I was almost undone by it.

I poke fun at the misery of the soul of those who choose it and apologize to justify it. When your eyes are open there are things you can’t unsee.

And instead of anger it just makes me laugh.

What I celebrate there is the opposite side, the beautiful resilience of the ones who choose good over evil.

That’s the kund of strength that carries the seeds of life within itself.
And it will birth flowers in the end, no matter how foul the things they will face.
It’s never celebrated enough.
But from my side now I realize this:

I stand amazed in reverence to its raw beauty.
And nothing else matters