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I've got a message for everyone: watch out for the years when you're 14 or 15. I'm still trying to digest my first encounter with severity and cruelty as far as I'm concerned.
If only fools are kind, then I guess it's wise to be cruel. So that verse from Alfie interpreted by Joss Stone seems fitting to our world. Make no mistake: every person you meet is here to take something from you, possibly everything.
We all live underground. Most of us take the subway in the morning and the evening. Promiscuity and being below the ground make this a hell I wouldn't recommend to many enemies. So we all put on our headphones to escape.
Did The Hypnotic Like Button Make Social Media An Insidious Hell?
You'd like to think you're immune to this stuff. You know what I'm talking about: checking how many likes your latest post got. It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough.
You'll have to face it: you're addicted to love. Don't get me wrong: Robert Palmer in Addicted to Love talked about it 20 years before we were hungry for this social validation.
The modern hell on social networks is because you don't speak to someone face to face. It's a weird kind of communication. Would you say what you're about to tell if you were in person with your audience?
So basically, what you like on social media is an attempt to communicate. But unfortunately, it's not an accurate message since it's not guaranteed to be backed in real life. So don't take social media seriously, please. You'll feel better!
Is It An Intimacy Hell If Your Head Becomes A Jungle One Day?
You've got those soul shadows on your mind, a feeling that won't disappear. How are you supposed to form close connections with loved ones when your heart is corrupted by so much noise?
The answer: increase your signal-to-noise ratio by improving the quality of your perceptions. Sometimes we have a filtering problem in the head: our thoughts are corrupted by the unacceptable. It's called the unconscious.
But not everybody has to know about your undisclosed desires.
When I was young, I started a diary, but I stopped because I thought what I was writing was stupid. Today, everybody knows that journaling helps make your mind clear. And trust me, you want to have a clear understanding of your heart.
And if you're too lazy to put down in words what's in your head, take a look at the palm of your hands: your heart transpires there. In my case, my heart indicates combativity and positivity.
Can A Joyful Hell Also Be Assessing How Far Ahead Is The Competition?
I used to go out every night to listen to music in caves: jazz, blues, soul, rock, and funk. Those were jam sessions, and I was also looking forward to showing my skills and playing for a small audience. At first, I was accepted as a player because I had just been in a band where I gained confidence.
Fast forward a few years later: I don't play the guitar daily, and I became a spectator. When I witness the level of musicianship out there, the groove, the virtuosity, suddenly I have two choices:
- I can go back home and sit and cry, thinking I will never reach that level,
- Or I can go back home, take my guitar and practice.
I'm using option one right now, and let me tell you, it's a strange hell to think you're an impostor even though you listen to music 8 hours a day minimum.
Andre Agassi used to do challenger tournaments to regain his confidence to prepare for big ones. Always increase the difficulty level in steps.
Is It A Lamentable Hell When You Forget Life Is A Game?
All in all, feeling low and losing is part of life. It's part of the growing process. You can't always be strong, can you? If you don't want to play, you might as well quit!
Shame stops when you've got a safe place to share your secrets. First, it used to be my friends; then, after I went to see a psychiatrist. Now it's the comfort of a coffee shop and a blog.
There is no controversy. As Prince sings in Controversy, life is just a game. When you stop playing, nothing happens. What if it was a way to get some calm in this noisy world?
By the way, it seems we're all in hell, according to Jamiroquai, because there's too much panic in this town. So don't be surprised if someone insults you. It is the jumpin' jack flash hell: insulting means jumping at. I know this is pernicious. Even the most sanguine person could feel down in this town.
[Intro]
Oh yeah, aw
World we're livin' in
Let me tell ya
[Verse 1]
And it's a wonder man can eat at all
When things are big that should be small
Who can tell what magic spells we'll be doin' for us?
And I'm givin' all my love to this world
Only to be told
I can't see, I can't breathe
No more will we be
And nothin's going to change the way we live
'Cause we can always take, but never give
And now that things are changing for the worse
See, woah, it's a crazy world we're livin' in
And I just can't see that half of us immersed in sin
Is all we have to give these
[Chorus]
Futures made of virtual insanity
Now always seem to be governed by this love we have
For useless twisting, all the new technology
Oh, now there is no sound
For we all live underground
[Verse 2]
And I'm thinkin', what a mess we're in
Hard to know where to begin
If I could slip the sickly ties of Earth that man has made
And now every mother can choose the colour
Of her child
That's not nature's way
Well, that's what they said yesterday
There's nothin' left to do but pray
I think it's time I found a new religion
Whoa, it's so insane to synthesize another strain
There's something in these futures that we have to be told
[Chorus]
Futures made of virtual insanity
Now always seem to be governed by this love we have
For useless twisting, all the new technology
Oh, now there is no sound
For we all live underground, whoa!
[Bridge]
Now there is no sound
If we all live underground
And now it's virtual insanity
Forget your virtual reality
Oh, there's nothin' so bad
As a meddlin' man
Oh yeah, I know, yeah
[Chorus]
Futures made of virtual insanity
Now always seem to be governed by this love we have
For useless twisting, all the new technology
Oh, now there is no sound
For we all live underground
[Outro]
Oh, now there's nothing that we live in
It's all goin' wrong
Out of window, you know
There is nothing worse than a rambling man
There is nothing worse than a foolish mind
Virtual insanity is what we're livin' in
Yeah, yeah, it's alright
