Doing a Beyonce
I posted the right song and the wrong Friendster shoutout.
I very recently embedded Beyonce's Flaws and All on my profile and thought I had effectively sent out the perfect ad for my perfect partner.
How wrong I was.
I first saw the video of the song in a local channel and the video showed Beyonce tearing up at the end of song.
When I went to Imeem to listen to it again I read a posting or two about speculations as to why Beyonce shed a tear or two while singing this particular song; one member speculated she was singing the song for her beau, hip-hop artist and business man Jay-Z.
I didn't pay any attention to it. I didn't care.
I still don't care; but, I think Jay-z wasn't the reason Beyonce cried. It's the same reasoning I have for crying for close to twenty minutes in a booth in a public cafe which forced me to stifle probably one of the most heartfelt sobs I've ever had.
Less than an hour I saw for the first time the official video for the song. There was nothing flashy about it. The video is in black and white showing Beyonce and Beyonce alone; there were no extras or anything unnecessary...then it hit me.
The song is not about or for a romatic lover. It's for the people who truly loved you; it's for your family and friends. It's for your family.
Family - in my own dictionary it is also known as Kindred. People who may or may not be genetically related to you who you give a part of your soul to without worrying or thinking of getting that piece back; in your heart you know they will keep that piece of you safe and cherished.
I cried buckets. I sobbed. I stifled my sobs. I don't have a mirror on me but I know I probably look Chinese because my eyes are puffy because I can feel it. There were seconds I couldn't type or even breathe and a gasp would escape.
It was a sudden burst of gratitude. I cried for joy; I was reminded of how many individuals I can actually dedicate this song to. I am loved, I feel lucky, I am filled with gratitude.
Here's an activity for you!
1. Listen to the song. At least three times.
2. Push away thoughts of romantic love; whether you are single or committed.
3. Recall times when your vices stopped working and only another person's non-romantic presence was needed to help you get out of the rut you were.
4. Try to recall how many people have helped you and how often they did it.
5. You're probably in the near the end of the first play of the song right now. Now try to recall how many times you've taken the time to say Thank You to those people.
6. Recall how many times you've told them face-to-face how valuable they are.
7. Compare how much time you spend with these lovely people and how much time with people who are only good for a few round of beers or gossiping.
8. Get some tissue.
My tears were not brought about by pure guilt. There was a drop of gnawing guilt but most of it was inner gratitude for being reminded of who these important people are and why they're important in the first place. I cried because I realized how lucky I am to be aware of my blessings and be able to let them know how I love them.
Again, I am not dying, sick, or planning to join the seminary.
It's a sudden burst of gratitude. Try it some time, you might like it.
I very recently embedded Beyonce's Flaws and All on my profile and thought I had effectively sent out the perfect ad for my perfect partner.
How wrong I was.
I first saw the video of the song in a local channel and the video showed Beyonce tearing up at the end of song.
When I went to Imeem to listen to it again I read a posting or two about speculations as to why Beyonce shed a tear or two while singing this particular song; one member speculated she was singing the song for her beau, hip-hop artist and business man Jay-Z.
I didn't pay any attention to it. I didn't care.
I still don't care; but, I think Jay-z wasn't the reason Beyonce cried. It's the same reasoning I have for crying for close to twenty minutes in a booth in a public cafe which forced me to stifle probably one of the most heartfelt sobs I've ever had.
Less than an hour I saw for the first time the official video for the song. There was nothing flashy about it. The video is in black and white showing Beyonce and Beyonce alone; there were no extras or anything unnecessary...then it hit me.
The song is not about or for a romatic lover. It's for the people who truly loved you; it's for your family and friends. It's for your family.
Family - in my own dictionary it is also known as Kindred. People who may or may not be genetically related to you who you give a part of your soul to without worrying or thinking of getting that piece back; in your heart you know they will keep that piece of you safe and cherished.
I cried buckets. I sobbed. I stifled my sobs. I don't have a mirror on me but I know I probably look Chinese because my eyes are puffy because I can feel it. There were seconds I couldn't type or even breathe and a gasp would escape.
It was a sudden burst of gratitude. I cried for joy; I was reminded of how many individuals I can actually dedicate this song to. I am loved, I feel lucky, I am filled with gratitude.
Here's an activity for you!
1. Listen to the song. At least three times.
2. Push away thoughts of romantic love; whether you are single or committed.
3. Recall times when your vices stopped working and only another person's non-romantic presence was needed to help you get out of the rut you were.
4. Try to recall how many people have helped you and how often they did it.
5. You're probably in the near the end of the first play of the song right now. Now try to recall how many times you've taken the time to say Thank You to those people.
6. Recall how many times you've told them face-to-face how valuable they are.
7. Compare how much time you spend with these lovely people and how much time with people who are only good for a few round of beers or gossiping.
8. Get some tissue.
My tears were not brought about by pure guilt. There was a drop of gnawing guilt but most of it was inner gratitude for being reminded of who these important people are and why they're important in the first place. I cried because I realized how lucky I am to be aware of my blessings and be able to let them know how I love them.
Again, I am not dying, sick, or planning to join the seminary.
It's a sudden burst of gratitude. Try it some time, you might like it.