Monday, 18 April 2011

Music Mondays - Return to Innocence by Enigma

We all have songs that mark particular milestones or moments on our lives. This is one of mine and it marks one of the most important moments of my teens. So down the rabbit hole we go...

We all get told how difficult teens are and how tough all the changes you body and mind are going through can be. Some of us remember our teen years well, some rather forget them. I am quite fond of my teens! They were amazing and horrible. Amazing because as the daughter of a minister I had quite a sheltered life up to when I was fourteen. After that it was a downhill of experimenting and figuring out who I was. Running away with bad-boy-boyfriend included! Needless to say, I did become the prodigal daughter and the infamous "black sheep". I don't think my family has quite recovered from the shock that I am now a decent citizen and a mother!

They were horrible because we lost my dad to a drunk driver when I was fifteen and because I gave my mother heartache she did not deserve or need. If I am being honest though, I would not change a thing. Regret is not something I carry under my skin. My dad and I were very close and as a bad-boy-biker and a minister's prodigal son himself (who, mere detail, decided to change his ways after spending a few nights in jail), he used to say: "Coffins don't have drawers, "Morena" (my little brunette). What you live is what you take with you and what makes you who you are. How can you understand others' tribulations if you haven't been through any hardship yourself? Just mind other people's feelings, though." Dad was big on the "God is merciful" thing and he thought mistakes were part of life and learning to live. However, "I should remember God had a higher plan for me and I had been made for a purpose". I guess he trusted the education he and my mother were giving my siblings and me. And what do you know? It worked. We are all decent grownups! Please note I have not said "perfect grownups". I am no Mother Teresa.

Having said my parents were laid back, I do remember my dad getting me out of our car and smacking me in front of the American Embassy in Brasilia for hitting my brother on the face with a flute. Yes, a playing flute as in the instrument. I was not gentle about hitting him either. I was 12 and it was soooo embarrassing!!! There is most definitely a limit to being laid back. :-)


"Return To Innocence"

Love - Devotion
Feeling - Emotion 
Love - Devotion
Feeling - Emotion 
Don't be afraid to be weak
Don't be too proud to be strong
Just look into your heart my friend
That will be the return to yourself
The return to innocence
If you want, then start to laugh
If you must, then start to cry
Be yourself don't hide
Just believe in destiny 
Don't care what people say
Just follow your own way
Don't give up and lose the chance
To return to innocence
That's not the beginning of the end
That's the return to yourself

The return to innocence 

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