“No One Sees Me But The Silver Moon”
is an excellent explanation for today’s lack of human relationships of any kind.
While I drove my car today, I listened deeper to Enrique Iglesias’s “Tired of Being Sorry”‘s lyrics. Yesterday I was on a challenging client’s visitation and my car got stuck in the mud. I was afraid to move out of it and asked the client as a man to help me out. Later in the evening, I felt very tired of everything in my life recently. All the work in professional and personal life that goes unnoticed, the lack of human contacts, etc.
However, after a few lonely tears dropped down my tired face, I went to sleep.
Insomnia was always my life’s companion and that night was no exception. Looking at the moon and thinking about nobody sees me outside Luna, I decided to watch it a bit more. Then I realized how “Tired Of Being Sorry” kept me going until now in my life.
Every time in business and other relationships I was the one to apologize and make amends. It’s good to do it once in a while, but every time to make some relationship to work is unhealthy and one-sided. It’s a fact that tango takes two.
“When the rest of the world With whom I’ve crossed and I’ve quarreled” is a silent cry from a lonely heart to others, seeking a safe place in someone’s arms.
Unfortunately, that rarely happens nowadays, based on my experience. I envy in a good way to everyone who has shoulders to hug and hide from the daily harshness. In my case that is given only to my child. As for me, it seems I should embrace my loneliness fully.
The most mistakes I made in my past relationships were because I was utterly lonely, feeling insecure and unvalued. Most men I was involved with saw right through my eyes and ran away. So, yes, my saying to them is like in that song: “Maybe you were right, but baby, I was lonely.”
Would I run away if I was in the same situation?
No, because I like to support and inspire my close-to-heart people, and never run away when times are challenging. That is proof of genuine care. But that is unappreciated because other things in men’s eyes seem more important—outlooks, obedience, and a feeling of peace when with someone despite everything.
My belief is men should care emotionally, sexually, and financially for their women. The same goes for females. Gentlemen should be loyal to the ladies they chose to be theirs. Together both partners can build something bigger than individual interests and satisfaction. I offered that to my past lovers and will do it with future ones, so I am tired of being sorry for the way I am. It’s better to stay single than go for less than what I give in terms of emotions, understanding, and sharing the burden and happiness with the one I will love someday. Of course, mutual feelings are a must.
In one relationship the partners should feel appreciated, respected, and genuinely loved through words and actions.
“For a thousand reasons that I know to share forever the unrest with all the demons I possess beneath the silver moon” sounds like a pure will for someone to be accepted with their dark sides. Not many people like others’ bad days but that’s the essence of a successful love story. Unfortunately, romances break down the moment when a dark side is shown.
For example, I wasn’t respected when in a bad mood. In these moments my sensitivity, sarcasm, and heart walls show up, seeming unbreakable but the truth is I hope my partner stays brave and keeps going with me.
Exactly then the thread between me and a lover was cut because he didn’t try to go through and see my true feelings. My thought is the darkest hours in someone’s life and having then someone by their side is the most sincere love confession. I have felt it only by the silver moon outside.
The men I have been with couldn’t go through my wall to not hurt themselves.
The worst was they didn’t want to understand my reasons or be compassionate with my pain. As for me, I went to the darkest places in my men’s heads and wasn’t scared. It was the opposite. I felt proud they let me there but when they saw my blackness, males started to fear me.
My principle is in good or worse to choose always my man. But I was never chosen by them. Maybe they didn’t know how to react and didn’t even try to do it.
“Eighth and Ocean Drive With all the vampires and their brides We’re all bloodless and blind And longing for a life Beyond the silver moon” seems similar to another well-explained word for humans who make themselves asleep.
Truth under the silver moon is not pretty today.
People are like ghosts who dance alone behind closed doors to the outside world. They are living in the day their unfulfilling lives.
Yes, I know many human beings but they act like energy vampires who care only for themselves. It made me feel sorry for how mind-narrowed they are or guilty for something I did, being myself. No, I am not arrogant, but an open mind and a closed one make a big difference in energy levels and positivity.
Sooner or later, a positive attitude will attract the same. It’s how the Universe works.
“I’m standing in the street Crying out for you”is the sentence I felt many years ago and just recently, stopped standing and shedding tears for the wrong men. I am unsure why my attraction was to unavailable people but my feelings now are clear, my heart healed and my mind in peace. That happened after two years of self-development and overthinking the situations until I accepted them as they are. Some things can’t be changed as one of my best friends said: “Only God knows what will happen because he wrote it already.”
“So far away – so outer space I’ve trashed myself – I’ve lost my way I’ve got to get to you got to get to you,” is about the limit people put on themselves when they create illusions in their minds for a relationship or another person’s image. That mindset makes humans forget they also have individual needs for attention and respect, which are mandatory in every life relationship. Becoming trash by self-choice is exactly like a mental illness treated by a psychiatrist. That can be avoided with proper sharing and objective thinking about the real situation of a romance, friendship, etc.