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Summer time... and the livin is (not always) easy

Summer time... and the livin is (not always) easy

Me & You Against the World

Oh, why you look so sad?

Tears are in your eyes

Come on and come to me now

Don't be ashamed to cry

Let me see you through

'cause I've seen the dark side too

When the night falls on you

You don't know what to do

Nothing you confess

Could make me love you less

I'll stand by you

I'll stand by you

Won't let nobody hurt you

I'll stand by you

So if you're mad, get mad

Don't hold it all inside

Come on and talk to me now

Hey, what you got to hide?

I get angry too

Well I'm a lot like you

When you're standing at the crossroads

And don't know which path to choose

Let me come along

'cause even if you're wrong

I'll stand by you

I'll stand by you

Won't let nobody hurt you

I'll stand by you

Take me in, into your darkest hour

And I'll never desert you

I'll stand by you

And when...

When the night falls on you, baby

You're feeling all alone

You won't be on your own

I'll stand by you

I'll stand by you

Won't let nobody hurt you

I'll stand by you

{the.pretenders.}

La Bella Vita

Hey, little girl
You might not know this song

This another kind of song that you can sing along, ...

Hey, little girl

Maybe someday
At least that's what all the good people will say 

Hey, little girl

Look what you've done

You've gone and stole my heart and made it your own
Stole my heart and made it your own
Hey, little girl
Black and white and right and wrong
Only live inside a song, I will sing to you  

You don't ever have to feel lonely
You will never lose any tears
You don't have to feel any sadness
When you look back only is
How can I look you in the eyes?
And tell you such big lies
The best I can do is try to show you
How to love with no fear

My little girl
You've gonna stole my heart and made it your own
Stole my heart and made it your own
{jack.johnson}

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Suddenly, through birthing a daughter, a woman finds herself face to face not only with an infant, a little girl, a woman-to-be, but also with her own unresolved conflicts from the past and her hopes and dreams for the future.... As though experiencing an earthquake, mothers of daughters may find their lives shifted, their deep feelings unearthed, the balance struck in all relationships once again off kilter.

{Elizabeth.Debold&Idelisse.Malave}

Sometimes when I look in her eyes the emotion overtakes me, and I begin to cry because my heart can't even begin to hold all the love I feel.

The End

Let me preface this post by saying that I am at peace with how the producers finished the story of LOST. I spent a good amount of time after watching the final scene last night sitting on my sofa in disbelief, paging back through the series in my mind, trying to determine whether or not the final 15 minutes did the past 6 years justice. It took me until this morning to come to this decision, but I'm okay with the ending. And really, the producers warned us that the scientific stuff didn't matter--the people did. That being said, this is a random, stream-of-consciousness mode of processing what is probably one of the greatest pieces of television in history. What follows are incomplete, probably incoherent reactions to last night's finale, and I invoke the right to change these thoughts at any time. And so it is!

"Him destroying the island. You destroying him. It doesn't matter. You're gonna lower me into that light, and I'm gonna go somewhere else. A place where we can be with the ones we love and not have to ever think about this damn island again." -Desmond

I don't know whether to sigh in relief, grieve the end, or whether to even let myself keep thinking about it. Because if I think too much, it gets too blurry and I lose my grip on any sense I've been able to make in the first place. It was never about the island. 114 episodes building up to what you think will be the great reveal---the meaning of the island---and it's not about the island at all.

"There are no shortcuts. No do-overs. What happened, happened. Trust me. I know. All of this matters." -Jack

And yet, the island mattered to these characters, so it must matter to us. It had to be Jack. It had to be Hurley. It had to be Desmond. It had to be Locke. It couldn't have been anyone else. All of these men were flawed, but they were special. They needed each other to find their faith. They needed the island. So the island must matter.

"No one can tell you why you're here, Kate. Certainly not me."- Desmond

There are people in my life that have forever changed the course in which it has flowed. There have been experiences I've had to let go of in order to reach a better, lighter place. No one could tell me what it was I had to let go of. No one could change the past. I had to remember that past, even though I tried so hard to forget, and I had to walk a path that led me to a point where I was able to let go. And so it was for Jack, Hurley, Sun, Jin, Sawyer, Kate, John, Desmond, Sayid, and Claire.

"No Matter what world I live in, I end up being chased by the past "- random IMDB quote

It takes courage to let go. And it takes the help of the people you love the most, and who love you unconditionally, in spite of your flaws. But once you let go, you're free. And you can continue on to a better life with the people who've shared your journey.

"We've been waiting for you."- John Locke (to Jack)

The evolution of these characters has been beautifully told. The producers have always maintained that the ending would resolve the characters' unfinished story lines, and anything else would be afterthought. How satisfying were the "realization" scenes of the characters? Claire finally getting Aaron back in her arms, Sawyer clinging to Juliet in disbelief, Jin looking at his child on the sonogram, Jack crying in his father's arms, John looking at his wiggling toes in awe... this was storytelling at its greatest. There was nothing tacky or cliche about the conclusions of these men and women's stories... it was just right.

In the end it doesn't matter who first came to the island, or why pregnant women died, or what Brother's name was. What matters is that this story was about a group of men and women who were flawed, and searching for something they couldn't find on their own. This series was a story of redemption, love, friendship, and most importantly, faith. So it all matters.

Afterthoughts...
-The church scene was reminiscent of the finale of Titanic, when Jack meets Rose on the staircase. Just sayin'.

-Benjamin Linus'character ends exactly as it should have. Incomplete. Ben wasn't ready yet, he had only just found his soul and it is going to take time to search through and come to terms with everything he's done. Ben is still flawed.

-I wish there'd been more of a resolution to Eloise Hawking's role. She seemed to know through the entire series that our characters were dead and in limbo. How?

-The "smoke monster" wasn't really bound to the island by Jacob's rules after all, was he? He could've left at any time. He, unlike the rest of the characters, wasn't so important after all.

-I don't like that Sayid needed Shannon to become enlightened. I much prefered the Nadya/unrequited love plot.

-It was unneccessary to have Boone and Shannon in the finale at all. Just sayin.

-Did Widmore understand?

-I absolutely loved Jack's running jump attack on Locke on the cliff. Definitely a sit-on-the-edge-of-your-seat scene.

-I wanted to give Ben a big hug when Locke forgave him, and Hurley tells him that he was a great #2.

-I'm really glad that Kate loved Jack.

-Was the wreckage shown in the final shot of the show the original Oceanic 815 plane, the Ajira plane, or another plane altogether? Was it the setting of the "heaven" the characters walked into from the church?

-If Terry O'Quinn, Michael Emerson and Matthew Fox don't get Emmy's for their performances this year, it will be a damn shame.

-I'm really going to miss this show.

See You In Another Life Brotha!

What Do You Hear In These Sounds?

I don't go to therapy to find out if I'm a freak
I go and I find the one and only answer every week
And it's just me and all the memories to follow
Down any course that fits within a fifty minute hour
And we fathom all the mysteries, explicit and inherent

When I hit a rut, she says to try the other parent
And she's so kind, I think she wants to tell me something,
But she knows that it's much better if I get it for myself...
And she says

Oooooooh,aaaaaaah, what do you hear in these sounds?
And... What do you hear in these sounds? ? ? ? ?


I say I hear a doubt, with the voice of true believing
And the promises to stay, and the footsteps that are leaving
And she says "oh", I say "what? "...she says "exactly",
I say"what, you think I'm angry
Does that mean you think I'm angry? "

She says "look, you come here every week
With jigsaw pieces of your past
Its all on little soundbytes and voices out of photographs
And that's all yours, that's the guide, that's the map
So tell me, where does the arrow point to?
Who invented roses? "

What do you hear in these sounds?
And...What do you hear in these sounds?

And when I talk about therapy, I know what people think
That it only makes you selfish and in love with your shrink
But oh how I loved everybody else
When I finally got to talk so much about myself.

And I wake up and I ask myself what state I'm in
And I say well I'm lucky, cause I am like East Berlin
I had this wall and what I knew of the free world
Was that I could see their fireworks
And I could hear their radio
And I thought that if we met, I would only start confessing

And they'd know that I was scared
They'd would know that I was guessing
But the wall came down and there they stood before me
With their stumbling and their mumbling
And their calling out just like me...and...

The stories that nobody hears...and...
I collect these sounds in my ears...and
That's what I hear in these sounds...
{dar.williams}