I’m always amazed when I meet someone who is an adult and has yet developed to be an independent person. I don’t understand how it is possible to have lived over 18 years and still not become comfortable making decisions for yourself and being comfortable with who you are. Yes, I get that some people are sheltered, but by a certain point it all becomes crazy. You should be able to make decisions about your life and what your want without the input of others. Do what your want and don’t worry about if your friends are going to do it too. Don’t look for other people’s permission to live your life. Don’t cling to others and sacrifice your own happiness.
Plus, after a certain point, the people that you call your friends are going to get sick of you following them around and copying all of their decisions.
I heard this song in the trailer of Pixar’s upcoming movie Brave. So I searched around the net and found the title and meaning.
This song is a Scottish Gaelic (Gàidhlig) song. The song is beautiful. And if you read the meaning, it’ll be much more.
Below I’ll post the translation. And of course, the link to the original lyrics.
My Love Is On the High Seas
On a quiet evening at the beginning of May When the bat was in the skies I heard a tearful young maiden Singing beneath the shadow of the green branches The sun was setting in the sea And no stars yet graced the sky When the young girl sang sorrowfully "My love is on the high seas"
The night's dew began to fall Each bloom yielding softly to the droplets The wind blew in a fragrant breeze Bringing life and renewal to each field The girl tunefully sang her song Quiet and peaceful like the June dew And this chorus constantly repeated "My love is on the high seas"
Day darkened and the stars shone Setting their course amongst the clouds The maiden sat, burdened by her sadness Her singing could not have been more soothing I moved closer to the young woman Singing of her love sailing on the sea Oh sweet was her sad lament "My love is on the high seas"
The music enticed me Nearer to the brown-haired maiden of the warm eyes And she prayed to the King of Heaven "Protect my love on the high seas" Her heart was breaking with love When I took her by the hand "Wipe your eyes, your love is safe I have returned to you from the high seas."
“I beg young people to travel. If you don’t have a passport, get one. Take a summer, get a backpack and go to Delhi, go to Saigon, go to Bangkok, go to Kenya. Have your mind blown. Eat interesting food. Dig some interesting people. Have an adventure. Be careful. Come back and you’re going to see your country differently, you’re going to see your president differently, no matter who it is. Music, culture, food, water. Your showers will become shorter. You’re going to get a sense of what globalization looks like. It’s not what Tom Friedman writes about; I’m sorry. You’re going to see that global climate change is very real. And that for some people, their day consists of walking 12 miles for four buckets of water. And so there are lessons that you can’t get out of a book that are waiting for you at the other end of that flight. A lot of people—Americans and Europeans—come back and go, ohhhhh. And the light bulb goes on.”—Henry Rollins (via creaturefearrr)