Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Walking On Broken Glass

I was having an e-mail exchange with one of my commenters and the difficulties of life came up. My commenter was talking about his relationships and the "walking on egg shells" feelings you get in your relationships with some loved ones. Parents, siblings, offspring. Here is a little of what I had to say:

I finally learned that the "perfect childhood" is an illusion. My pain, however, prepared me to help others. Which in the ideal case is what it is supposed to do and what you are supposed to do.

I have a relative who is borderline mad, schizophrenia. If he takes his medicine he is fine. He hates taking his medicine. Says it deprives him of an interesting life of the mind. Being borderline schizophrenic myself I understand that. Schizophrenia is a big help to creativity if it doesn't turn into madness. Gifts and curses. Sometimes it is hard to tell.

Well I have lead a very interesting life so far and for that I am eternally grateful.

When I get that "walking on egg shells" feeling I like to listen to "Walking On Broken Glass" by the EURYTHMICS. It expresses the feeling well.

Now everyone of us was made to suffer
Everyone of us was made to weep
But we've been hurting one another
And now the pain has cut too deep...
So take me from the wreckage
Save me from the blast
Lift me up and take me back
Don't let me keep on walking...
Walking on broken glass


Walking On Broken Glass - lyrics

Walking On Broken Glass - music video

Cross Posted at Classical Values

1 comment:

linearthinker said...

I'll check out "Walking on Glass" when time and dialup speed permit.

My favorite for those times is Struggle On by Four Men and a Dog.

Don't leave me now in my hour of need.
Don't let me die, and don't make me bleed.
Tell me what's the meaning of this life,
And what's this thing called love?

Struggle on, struggle on,
When your heart is weak and your knees are gone.
Struggle on, struggle on,
You'll fight another day.


I found it on a sampler at Barnes and Nobel. The CD disappeared in my clutter, but the music by then was seared into my memory. Celtic drums and all.