Life Renewed

Today's post titled is plagiarised from a mNf (definition: N for New); I said yesterrday that fRiendship is at least two=way traffic, ofTEN it is extended to multi-way, and F1 introduces his/her fRiends to F2 and vice-versa. This lends meaning to making one's Life Anew, and simultaneously, make some of our lives RENEWED.


Monday's Child

Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for their living,
And the child that is born on the sabbath day is bonny, blithe, good and gay.

DESIDERATA has also confess'd he does NOT know on which week-day he's born, and Mum is not more physically around to answer this question -- though I know she's always like my Guardian Angel Keeping Me and My Li'l Life in View.

I assume today I could have been born on a Saturday, so according to the li'l ditty reprised above,
"Today I must work hard for my living."


I'm continuing the subject of L've, falling out of L've, and reaching a certain point of No Return, which I hope teenagers today caught in such dire straits would not have to reach that precipice. Always, remember, seek out the BefRienders at 03-79568144.

As mortals who are born to be social animals and have a natural instinct to “love and want to be loved”, a partner who becomes one’s “soul mate” evokes in the loved one a tremendous feeling of tenderness and oneness that the condition is often like “in a dream”. As Stephen Foster's BEAUTIFUL DREAMER shows, the “beautiful dreamer” description, associated with the quiet and tenderness of “the moonlight”, enchanted with song (“soft melody”) sung in a low voice so that the quiet may not be disturbed.

We are all familiar with the phrase “Wine, Women and Song” – I guess some Players just get INtoxicated with this thing called LOVE.

Here’s a poet’s dedication:

To Celia

Drink to me, only, with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup
And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst, that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine:
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee, late, a rosy wreath,
Not so much honouring thee,
As giving it a hope, that there
It could not withered be.
But thou thereon did'st only breath,
And sent'st it back to me:
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
Not of itself, but thee.

Ben Jonson (1573-1637).


BUT How Do You Mend a Broken Heart?

But not all love affairs end with the fairy tale ending of “they married and lived happily ever after”. Just as love can bring joy and love-making ecstasy, many affairs end in sorrow and despondency. Men and women will always fall in, and fall out of, love, but many will tell you that it is better to have loved, and failed, than never to have loved at all! Yes, love can be painfully one-sided, as many who tasted “rejection” would be too heart-broken or shy to testify -- so Sir John Suckling penned this admonishment to such a a love-lorn man:

Why so pale and wan fond lover?
Prithee, why so pale?
Will, when looking well can’t move her,
Looking ill prevail?
Prithee, why so pale?

Why so dull and mute, young sinner?
Prithee, why so mute?
Will, when speaking well can’t win her.
Saying nothing do’t?
Prithee, why so mute?

Quit, quit for shame! This will not move,
This cannot take her.
If of herself she will not love,
Nothing can make her:
The devil take her!

Compare the above with what follows by Shakespeare. The two poems share some common features in that they indicate that human nature is “unchanging” for the unlucky in love, who will always “pine and sigh”, and the rhyming and musical (sound) devices were used in both poems with a catchy effect, and such poems have to be read aloud (you are allowed to, even if thy neighbours complain you're neighing!) for full enjoyment.

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more!
Men were deceivers ever,
One foot in sea, and one on shore;
To one thing constant never.
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into hey nonny, nonny.

Sing no more ditties, sing no moe,
Of dumps so dull and heavy!
The fraud of men was ever so,
Since summer first was leavy.

Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny, nonny.


In modern times, very often such downcast youths would write to newspapers or magazines to seek advice on their “dilemma” of failed or rejected or even unrequited love. The “agony aunt” would normally express sympathy with the reader’s plight, then offer some insights on what life’s about to show empathy, leading to a final piece of advice that the “broken-hearted” lad/damsel should treat the affair gone sour as a “lesson in life”. The motherly counsel would run thus: “There are many fishes out there in the ocean – not just one – so go out there and you may be successful in your next fishing trip…”.

But sufferers of L'VE normally do not listen to advice. They only need some shoulders to cry on. Really, these words came from people who have been there. So if you are a fRiend, be there to lend your shoulders. That's the defining helping hand.

PS:

Uninitiated readers to Desi's Place may be tempted to ask: Why such a long post, man?
Short answer: To make up for Thursday's IMposter taking over Desi's Place and 1OR2 knotty RegularReaders making an MIA report at Seremban BalaiPolis all daway from Taiping&DU. DU-H! The polis char turned up at My Place, making me all red like a lobster, at SEVEN Saturday's morn. Before adjourning for late BF, I had to use black lipstick I "bollowed" one mGf to return from the red to the black. Have to pay for the BF, you see, as mGf des(s)serted Desi!

Goodness, Gracious,Me!

Amazing Grace Lyrics


"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me....
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see.


T'was Grace that taught...
my heart to fear.
And Grace, my fears relieved.
How precious did that Grace appear...
the hour I first believed.



Through many dangers, toils and snares...
we have already come.
T'was Grace that brought us safe thus far...
and Grace will lead us home.



The Lord has promised good to me...
His word my hope secures.
He will my shield and portion be...
as long as life endures.



When we've been here ten thousand years...
bright shining as the sun.
We've no less days to sing God's praise...
then when we've first begun.



"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me....
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see.