EMBRACE
Life is simple
Strip away
all that is unimportant
and
what
will remain?
Don’t struggle for affection
Don’t strive to compete
Relax
Embrace where you are now
Enjoy the things
you love
most
And there you will find
the
freedom
you seek
A STORY by Rachel Naomi Remen
As a physician I had a man come into my practice with bone cancer. His leg was removed at the hip to save his life.
He was twenty-four years old when I started working with him and he was a very angry man with a lot of bitterness. He felt a deep sense of injustice and a very deep hatred for all well people, because it seemed so unfair to him that he had suffered this terrible loss so early in life.
I worked with this man through his grief and rage and pain using painting, imagery, and deep psychotherapy. After working with him for more than two years there came a profound shift. He began “coming out of himself”. Later he started to visit other people who had suffered severe physical losses and he would tell me the most wonderful stories about these visits.
Once he visited a young woman who was almost his own age. It was a hot day in Palo Alto and he was in running shorts so his artificial leg showed when he came into her hospital room. The woman was so depressed about the loss of both her breasts that she wouldn’t even look at him, wouldn’t pay attention to him. The nurses had left her radio playing, probably in order to cheer her up. So, desperate to get her attention, he unstrapped his leg and began dancing around the room on one leg, snapping his fingers to the music. She looked at him in amazement and then burst out laughing and said, “Man, if you can dance, I can sing.”
It was a year following this that we sat down to review our work together. He talked about what was significant to him and then I shared what was significant in our process. As we were reviewing our two years of work together, I opened his file and there discovered several drawings he had made early on. I handed them to him. He looked at them and said, “Oh, look at this.” He showed me one of his earliest drawings. I had suggested to him that he draw a picture of his body. He had drawn a picture of a vase, and running through the vase was a deep black crack. This was the image of his body and he had taken a black crayon and had drawn the crack over and over again. He was grinding his teeth with rage at the time. It was very, very painful because it seemed to him that this vase could never function as a vase again. It could never hold water.
Now, several years later, he came to this picture and looked at it and said, “Oh, this one isn’t finished.” And I said, extending the box of crayons, “Why don’t you finish it?” He picked a yellow crayon and putting his finger on the crack he said, “You see, here - where it is broken - this is where the light comes through.” And with the yellow crayon he drew light streaming through the crack in his body.
We can grow strong at the broken places.
RACHEL'S WEBSITE:
http://www.rachelremen.com/
He was twenty-four years old when I started working with him and he was a very angry man with a lot of bitterness. He felt a deep sense of injustice and a very deep hatred for all well people, because it seemed so unfair to him that he had suffered this terrible loss so early in life.
I worked with this man through his grief and rage and pain using painting, imagery, and deep psychotherapy. After working with him for more than two years there came a profound shift. He began “coming out of himself”. Later he started to visit other people who had suffered severe physical losses and he would tell me the most wonderful stories about these visits.
Once he visited a young woman who was almost his own age. It was a hot day in Palo Alto and he was in running shorts so his artificial leg showed when he came into her hospital room. The woman was so depressed about the loss of both her breasts that she wouldn’t even look at him, wouldn’t pay attention to him. The nurses had left her radio playing, probably in order to cheer her up. So, desperate to get her attention, he unstrapped his leg and began dancing around the room on one leg, snapping his fingers to the music. She looked at him in amazement and then burst out laughing and said, “Man, if you can dance, I can sing.”
It was a year following this that we sat down to review our work together. He talked about what was significant to him and then I shared what was significant in our process. As we were reviewing our two years of work together, I opened his file and there discovered several drawings he had made early on. I handed them to him. He looked at them and said, “Oh, look at this.” He showed me one of his earliest drawings. I had suggested to him that he draw a picture of his body. He had drawn a picture of a vase, and running through the vase was a deep black crack. This was the image of his body and he had taken a black crayon and had drawn the crack over and over again. He was grinding his teeth with rage at the time. It was very, very painful because it seemed to him that this vase could never function as a vase again. It could never hold water.
Now, several years later, he came to this picture and looked at it and said, “Oh, this one isn’t finished.” And I said, extending the box of crayons, “Why don’t you finish it?” He picked a yellow crayon and putting his finger on the crack he said, “You see, here - where it is broken - this is where the light comes through.” And with the yellow crayon he drew light streaming through the crack in his body.
We can grow strong at the broken places.
RACHEL'S WEBSITE:
http://www.rachelremen.com/
YOUR DAILY HOROSCOPE
If you are enjoying life, it hardly matters what trouble you face. If you are not enjoying your life, you can be surrounded by all the trappings of wealth and success yet they will not make a shred of difference to your inner experience. Happiness is not just ‘a bit more important’ than money or power - it is infinitely more important. Furthermore, if you do have happiness, you tend, automatically, to summon whatever power or money you truly need.
DO PEOPLE WHO IRRITATE ME REFLECT A PART OF ME?
Will you speak about people "mirroring" each other? If what another person does irritates me, is that a reflection of myself?
Yes. Your clue that there is something that you can learn about yourself from an interaction with another person is your emotional response to the interaction. When you do not want to see something about yourself, you will be irritated when you see it in others. This is "mirroring." For example, if you are irritated when you see someone whom you think is selfish, conceited, and callous, look inside yourself for a part of you that is selfish, conceited, and callous. Try to remember a time when you spoke or acted in the same way. If you cannot remember such a time, keep looking.
When Linda and I were first together, I noticed that I became irritated when I felt she whined. I could not imagine myself as a whiner. I, who rode motorcycles, jumped out of airplanes, was a combat veteran and a former Green Beret officer, could not be a whiner. Nonetheless, I continued to watch myself for whining. Speaking with Linda one day I heard myself whine! It was startling, but unmistakable. I didn't like what she was saying, and I was whining about it, rather than telling her what I was feeling. From that moment onward, I felt less and less irritated when it seemed to me that Linda was whining.
Becoming irritated when you see someone doing something that you do—but don't know that you are doing—is a well-known phenomenon. Psychologists call it "projection." You intensely dislike in others what you don't recognize, and don't want to recognize, in yourself. Finding in yourself the very behavior that you dislike in others is called "projection recall." When you do that, you bring your attention home. You see where the behavior that you find so objectionable really is. It is in you. Then the behavior no longer creates an emotional reaction in you when you encounter it in others. If you are with a selfish, conceited, and callous person, for example, you will simply act accordingly.
Paying attention to "mirroring" is an important part of spiritual growth. It requires becoming aware of everything that you are feeling, and learning about yourself from what you feel.
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Yes. Your clue that there is something that you can learn about yourself from an interaction with another person is your emotional response to the interaction. When you do not want to see something about yourself, you will be irritated when you see it in others. This is "mirroring." For example, if you are irritated when you see someone whom you think is selfish, conceited, and callous, look inside yourself for a part of you that is selfish, conceited, and callous. Try to remember a time when you spoke or acted in the same way. If you cannot remember such a time, keep looking.
When Linda and I were first together, I noticed that I became irritated when I felt she whined. I could not imagine myself as a whiner. I, who rode motorcycles, jumped out of airplanes, was a combat veteran and a former Green Beret officer, could not be a whiner. Nonetheless, I continued to watch myself for whining. Speaking with Linda one day I heard myself whine! It was startling, but unmistakable. I didn't like what she was saying, and I was whining about it, rather than telling her what I was feeling. From that moment onward, I felt less and less irritated when it seemed to me that Linda was whining.
Becoming irritated when you see someone doing something that you do—but don't know that you are doing—is a well-known phenomenon. Psychologists call it "projection." You intensely dislike in others what you don't recognize, and don't want to recognize, in yourself. Finding in yourself the very behavior that you dislike in others is called "projection recall." When you do that, you bring your attention home. You see where the behavior that you find so objectionable really is. It is in you. Then the behavior no longer creates an emotional reaction in you when you encounter it in others. If you are with a selfish, conceited, and callous person, for example, you will simply act accordingly.
Paying attention to "mirroring" is an important part of spiritual growth. It requires becoming aware of everything that you are feeling, and learning about yourself from what you feel.
For more perspectives/opinions from this source, please click here.
THE COCONUT
A monkey in a tree hurled a coconut at a person hitting them in the head.
They picked it up, drank the milk, ate the flesh and made a bowl from the shell.
What does this story tell us?
a) always wear a helmet
b) almost everything is useful
c) don’t act like a monkey
d) focus on the fruit, not the fruitcake
e) always put the fruitful before the fruitless
f) ?
DANCE TO YOUR OWN TUNE
I sit in my armchair, gazing at the tree outside my window. I’m wondering where my favourite bird is. It’s been a while since I’ve seen her. I wish she would come more often.
But most of the time, my bird is not there. The tree is empty. I sit there getting anxious and upset. “When is this bird going to come. I get so much pleasure from her - and I feel so unhappy when she’s not around.”
I stick my head out of the window.
“Where the hell are you - you stupid bird! Don’t you care about me? Why are you doing this to me? Don’t you see - I need you so that I can be happy.”
But the bird was off doing her own thing. Being happy and free. That was her true nature.
Finally, the bird landed in the tree. I felt so happy. My bird was here. But then I started to worry. How long is she going to stay? What if she leaves? I need to find some way of keeping her here.
And so I couldn’t really enjoy her company because of all this fear and tension that I may lose her.
Sure enough, the bird eventually flew off - and there was I, left to drown in my sorrows.
I sat there feeling angry and frustrated with this selfish bloody bird!
I was so sad and depressed. I cried out to the heavens, “I’m so lonely and so afraid of being left here on my own without my bird.”
And a soft, gentle voice inside me whispered, “Look at the tree.”
At that moment, everything changed. I looked up at the tree. “My god! That tree is so beautiful! Why have I never noticed that before?”
And my heart was filled with joy and appreciation at the beauty of this magnificent creation. The loneliness and fear were gone. In it’s place was a sense of wonder and love.
Soon enough, the bird dropped in. “Chirp! Chirp!”I was so happy to see her.“Ah, my friend. Welcome! It’s good to see you!”
I listened to the sweet music of her song. And I was so engrossed with the tune, that I forgot all about the fact that she would soon be leaving. I was so much loving these few moments together.
Then off she flew.
And I felt so grateful. “Goodbye my friend. Thank you so much for your company. It was a pure delight!”
And again, I looked at the tree. It had been raining and the leaves were glistening and shimmering in the morning sun. The tree was swaying gently in the breeze.
Then I noticed the blueness of the sky - and how peaceful and quiet it’s colour made me feel.
And the incredible beauty of the endless shapes and forms of the clouds as they passed through.
As I looked and listened, everything came alive.
It was a complete symphony!
The sun, the wind, trees, clouds, hundreds of birds chirping away. Cars zooming, tradesmen hammering, neighbours chattering. Rock music pumping in the distance. It was all part of the grand overture of life.
And suddenly I realised.
I had wasted so much time and energy focusing on that one little bird, that I had missed everything else. The symphony of life is so wide and varied. So many different and beautiful parts. So much to appreciate and enjoy.
But it was like I had sat through a whole musical performance, focusing on one tiny violin. Anxiously awaiting it to play. Tense while it was playing. Disappointed when it had finished. The orchestra had played the most majestic music - but I had missed most of it because of my narrow perspective.
At last I felt truly alive!
And as a hush fell all around, I listened to the silence.
Ever so softly, in the distance, I heard the sweetest of tunes. The most beautiful melody of all.
As I listened - it came closer and closer. Louder and louder. “Where is this beautiful music coming from?” I looked everywhere - up, down, in all directions. Nothing!
All at once, the music exploded through me - filling my entire being.
And the voice inside me burst into song “This melody is you. It is your true self. It is distinct and unique. Separate from all others. But an integral and essential part of the symphony of life. Do not suppress it. Do not try to change it. Just let it play freely. The only thing you need to do in order to be happy is to dance to your own tune - and allow it to carry you away with it, no matter where it may lead. Don’t be lead astray by the influence and demands of others. It is up to them to discover their own melodies. You cannot do that for them. The symphony will take care of itself. Do not try to change or interfere with it. It is as it was meant to be. Your purpose in life is to get out of the way of your self and stop interfering.”
I rejoiced and danced to the music.
I had discovered who I was and how I fitted in to life.
And I knew I would never be really alone again.
THE GIFT
Your gift is truly great
when
you do not expect
a return
Encourage me to give
but
don’t be surprised
if I give
in ways
other than those you envisaged
Encourage me to give
but
don’t be surprised if
I choose
my own ways of reaching out
Your gift is truly greatest
when it
inspires generosity
but does not
require it
Your gift transforms the heart
when it is
given
without condition
or
expectation
This poem is my gift to you
C'MON GET HAPPY
No cash for drugs, tired of bad religions, but still wanting a palliative from reality?
Take a leaf out of Keith Partridge's book........twinkle your endorphins & and play some Clown music!
THE ULTIMATE GUIDE TO CLOWN MUSIC
http://www.cmongethappy.com/aguide.html
http://www.angelfire.com/celeb/dcassidyfan/dcalbums.html
TWINKLING EXERCISES
http://www.amandagore.com/endorphins.htm
NB: The term "CLOWN MUSIC" derives it's name from Cassidy's much cherished, self proclaiming version of the Tony Romeo classic "I Am A Clown".
CHILDREN LEARN WHAT THEY LIVE
By Dorothy Law Nolte, Ph.D.
If children live with criticism, they learn to condemn.
If children live with hostility, they learn to fight.
If children live with fear, they learn to be apprehensive.
If children live with pity, they learn to feel sorry for themselves.
If children live with ridicule, they learn to feel shy.
If children live with jealousy, they learn to feel envy.
If children live with shame, they learn to feel guilty.
If children live with encouragement, they learn confidence.
If children live with tolerance, they learn patience.
If children live with praise, they learn appreciation.
If children live with acceptance, they learn to love.
If children live with approval, they learn to like themselves.
If children live with recognition, they learn it is good to have a goal.
If children live with sharing, they learn generosity.
If children live with honesty, they learn truthfulness.
If children live with fairness, they learn justice.
If children live with kindness and consideration, they learn respect.
If children live with security, they learn to have faith in themselves and in those about them.
If children live with friendliness, they learn the world is a nice place in which to live.
IF YOU ENJOYED THE POEM, MAYBE YOU'D LIKE THE BOOK...
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0761109196/103-2497882-5207839?v=glance
If children live with criticism, they learn to condemn.
If children live with hostility, they learn to fight.
If children live with fear, they learn to be apprehensive.
If children live with pity, they learn to feel sorry for themselves.
If children live with ridicule, they learn to feel shy.
If children live with jealousy, they learn to feel envy.
If children live with shame, they learn to feel guilty.
If children live with encouragement, they learn confidence.
If children live with tolerance, they learn patience.
If children live with praise, they learn appreciation.
If children live with acceptance, they learn to love.
If children live with approval, they learn to like themselves.
If children live with recognition, they learn it is good to have a goal.
If children live with sharing, they learn generosity.
If children live with honesty, they learn truthfulness.
If children live with fairness, they learn justice.
If children live with kindness and consideration, they learn respect.
If children live with security, they learn to have faith in themselves and in those about them.
If children live with friendliness, they learn the world is a nice place in which to live.
IF YOU ENJOYED THE POEM, MAYBE YOU'D LIKE THE BOOK...
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0761109196/103-2497882-5207839?v=glance
MISANDRY, MISOGYNY & MISANTHROPY
Misandry, misogyny and misanthropy have one thing in common - they are all forms of hatred. Don’t be nasty, be nice - regardless of your gender!
Misandry: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Misandry
Misogyny: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Misogyny
Misanthropy: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Misanthropy
Misandry: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Misandry
Misogyny: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Misogyny
Misanthropy: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Misanthropy
HOW TO MEASURE SUCCESS
A tale of perspective for the aspiring writer.
You don’t have to have your stories published to be of help to or provide entertainment for people. If you do achieve that - that will be fantastic. But if it doesn’t happen - it is not the end of the world. You can still touch many lives just by sharing your stories with friends and acquaintances - or by posting them on your blog.
For me, the real success of a writer is measured in the enjoyment and fulfilment experienced through the actual process of writing itself - not whether it is outwardly recognised or successful.
It’s amazing how we are ‘programmed’ to judge success and failure.
Take a sportsperson, for example.
Their lifeblood is based on competitiveness and achievement.
When you look at life this way, it is easy to measure success and failure.
Success equates to winning, failure equates to losing.
But what happens when they stop being a sportsperson?
How do they measure success and failure then?
How do they measure happiness?
Over the years I have had many different jobs.
I have sold clocks in the clock department at a large city department store.
I have worked as a process worker in a factory that made plastic bags. I stood behind a machine all day putting bags into boxes.
I worked as a clerk with a government department.
From there I transferred to an employment service where I worked helping people find jobs.
After that, I worked in a personnel section. I processed people’s pays and gave advice on their entitlements for leave and allowances etc.
From there, I spent 7 years working in a government warehouse by myself receiving and distributing publications. I used to travel throughout the state setting up displays at country field days for our organisation.
When the job was ‘outsourced’ in 1996 - my life took another turn.
I found myself unemployed, and in a position where it was very difficult to find work.
It may sound strange - but losing that job was the best thing that ever happened to me.
All of a sudden, after 15 or so years continuous work, I had become:-
"Joe Blog - unemployed"
"Joe Blog - unemployed"
No pay packet, no job, no title. Who exactly was this bloke called Joe Blog? If he wasn’t a clerk or a salesman or a process worker or a warehouse manager - who the hell was he?
Do you know what I did next?
I bought this old computer that I’m sitting at now for $350 and started writing.
I wrote poems, I wrote short stories, I wrote whatever I felt like writing.
I just sat there and wrote and wrote.
I started writing about my experiences in life. I began writing letters to people. I wrote to my friends and family.
In the meantime, I began to look at various religions and philosophies from around the world.
I was curious about what other people believed in - and whether it made them happy.
In many ways, my eyes were opened to new worlds of possibilities about how to be happy in life and how to measure success and failure.
It is amazing how fate or destiny seems to make things happen.
A few years back, I began running into an old teacher of mine, Laurie, from my secondary school days. I would see him on trams or in the city streets. We kept seeming to run into each other.
Each time our paths crossed, we talked and reminisced. But the more times I saw him, the more I noticed that there was something very special about this man.
It’s hard to explain other than to say he had an aura about him that made him stand out like a shining light (to me at least). He exuded a happiness and contentment in his life that few people in this world seemed to have - no matter how wealthy they were, how many awards they had won, or how high they had made it in their profession.
He had something special about him - something almost intangible.
If you were to come across him in the street, you would think that he was a poor man and probably a bit of a loner. He wore old secondhand clothes, and looked as if he hadn’t eaten in days. He was as skinny as a rake. He was often unshaven and usually looked somewhat dishevelled.
But when we ran into each other, his eyes would light up. "What a wonderful surprise" he said once as I boarded a tram he was on.
I asked him what he was doing now. He said he had given away teaching and was doing volunteer work.
He spent his mornings at a local charitable organisation in their cafe helping to prepare food for the lunchtime meal.
He would then travel to various parts of town visiting and comforting those who were dying of cancer - many of whom had few friends or family to support them.
He became their friend and confidant. He sat with people as they grew more frail and finally passed.
Because of him - many people who would have died lonely and unhappy, instead passed with someone by their side who cared.
Because of my mother, who died after a ten year battle with cancer when I was 15, I was very interested in his work and we talked at some length about what he did.
But it was his work at the cafe that really appealed to me.
That was something I could do. I wasn’t working, and it would be better than sitting around all day doing very little.
So, one day, I headed into the cafe and had a look around. I bought a meal and sat at a table near the window.
The next minute, I looked up and my old teacher was there next to me.
We chatted for a while and I’ll never forget the words that were said next:
I had explained to Laurie that after he had told me about the cafe, I had come in to "check it out" for myself.
His next words were "Well, it’s time for me to check out now".
He was off to visit one of his many cancer patients.
With those words, we said our farewells and he left.
It was only a week or so after that that I was standing at the railway station waiting for a train.
I was in a bit of a daydream, when suddenly I noticed someone standing right next to me. It was Laurie’s twin bother Pat.
Pat, who has advanced Parkinson’s disease, was also a teacher at my school.
Quite startled, I said "Hi Pat"
The next words I heard left me completely dumbfounded:
"Laurie died"
"What!! I only saw him the other day. When did he die?"
I worked out that it was probably the same day I saw him as he left the cafe.
When he said he was checking out - he wasn’t messing around!!
He had a brain aneurism and died overnight in his flat. His brother Pat, who lived in the flat next door, discovered him dead the next morning.
It wasn’t long after this that I mustered up the courage to make an appointment with the volunteer coordinator at the cafe where Laurie worked.
Within days, I turned up for my first shift. I served food to the poor and homeless, and helped scrub pots and clean up after.
On my first day I was speaking to a lady who knew Laurie.
Her words spun me out a bit. She said "Laurie mentioned you. You’re Laurie’s replacement."
I knew I was doing what I was ‘meant’ to be doing and it wasn’t long before I mustered the courage to take the next step.
In the back of my mind for many years, I had always had a vision that I would be working with the frail, sick and elderly.
I was just never in a position before to make that vision a reality.
But here I was - presented with an opportunity to chase that dream.
The charitable organisation also had an aged care section.
They had no suitable jobs in their area - but they referred me to another local organisation who did that sort of work.
In the years leading up to this moment, I had applied for hundreds of different jobs. I had written application after application and received letter after letter of rejection.
Some of the letters of rejection could not even get my name right!
One wrote "Dear Aldo......., thanks for your application. Unfortunately you were unsuccessful."
Who the heck was Aldo!!
I thought about writing back saying - "I’m glad Aldo didn’t get it ‘cause that means I might still be in with a chance!!"
I kept a folder of all the rejection letters - and after a while it became a source of amusement for me. For some reason, it didn’t bother me that I was being rejected by so many people.
Then later, I worked out why. I realised that I didn’t really want any of those jobs. I was just going through the motions.
But when I was referred to this new organisation - I knew that my life was about to change.
I had an interview - and I got the job virtually straight away.
Sometimes fate makes you wait until you are ready - and then BANG!
Four years on and I’m still loving this work. My clients have become more than friends - they are family. The connection I have with them is something I treasure. I have never felt as ‘at home’ in a job as I do with this work.
People I know look down on this work - as they see it as only doing ‘housework’. Others say it is a woman’s job and for many, perhaps that is all it would be.
But when you look through different eyes, you see different things.
Many people looked at Laurie and saw a bum. I know people who still regard him as a loser - because he didn’t chase the worldly riches of career, reputation, family, wealth etc.
But to me, he was a saint.
He saw through the facade of materialism - and went right to the heart of what really matters in life.
He measured success and failure using a different type of scale than most.
On his scale, the type of words that appeared were:
Compassion, empathy, kindness, generosity, integrity and sincerity to name but a few.
When I look at my job - I don’t see someone doing housework.
I see someone connecting with lonely and isolated people. I see someone caring about people who are often deemed redundant and useless by a society that often measures success only in terms of dollars, reputation, standing in the community etc.
I think I’m starting to see life through Laurie’s eyes a bit more these days.
And for those of you who wish to pursue writing as a career.......
Don’t write solely because you want to get published. Write because you love writing. Let the rest take care of itself. If it happens, it happens.
Don’t be discouraged by rejections.
Rejections by publishers are not a personal thing - they are a business decision based on estimated projections of possible profit and marketability.
Don’t take rejection personally.
I had a couple of hundred rejection letters before I got the job I am now doing.
In the end, the best way to handle rejection is to laugh at it.
As a wise person once said, "The best is yet to come".
Rejection may feel like shit.
But shit is the best fertiliser for enriching the soil for planting new seeds, and establishing new growth.
Each time you get rejected, have confidence that you are being prepared for something better.
Rejection can make you stronger if you look at it like this.
I'VE GOT FRIDAY ON MY MIND
Feeling blue 'cause it's not yet Friday?
Just sing this song to yourself....
FRIDAY KIND OF (INSERT DAY)
It's a Friday kind of (insert day)
Everything is fine, yeah-eah
It's a Friday kind of (insert day)
Just sing this song to yourself....
FRIDAY KIND OF (INSERT DAY)
It's a Friday kind of (insert day)
Everything is fine, yeah-eah
Look at the sunshine... yeah-eah
Look at the sunshine...
Used to be a drag on (insert day)
(insert day) used to be a dra-a-ag
I met a little girl on (insert previous day) -ay
But I don't know where we've got to
For the love she turned me onto
Has put me in a brand new cla-ass
(Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
It's a Friday kind of (insert day) (sunshine)
Everything is fine, yeah-eah (sunshine, yeah-eah)
It's a Friday kind of (insert day) (sunshine)
Look at the sunshine... yeah-eah
Look at the sunshine...
I used to waste my time on (insert day)
(insert day) was a waste of ti-i-ime
But everything was changed in one day
By the way that she could tease my
By the way that she could tease my
By the way that she could ease my mi-ind
(Na-na-na-na-na-na)
Look at the sunshine... yeah-eah
Look at the sunshine... yeah-eah
(Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
It's a Friday kind of (insert day) (sunshine)
Everything is fine, yeah-eah (sunshine, sunshine, yeah-eah)
It's a Friday kind of (insert day) (sunshine)
Everything is fine, yeah-eah (sunshine, sunshine, yeah-eah)
It's a Friday kind of (insert day) (sunshine)
Everything is fine, yeah-eah (sunshine, sunshine, yeah-eah)
It's a Friday kind of (insert day) [fade]
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