The song is cheerful, the kid is cute, and the dad is a familiar cameo from the entertainment news I sometimes watch. =D The theme is not new but I'm happy that this one has a happy ending progresses to a happy direction.
As you pass through the entrance of the nearest station,
Daddy, who's a little braver than usual,
on your shoulders are the cheering voices of those you love.
I want to believe there is nothing sacred about love. That it is as commonplace as the smile you exchange with the nameless someone who works on the same floor. That it is as down to earth as the passion you pour into your art. That you can have much of it to give to many.
I want to believe there is nothing complicated about love. That it is as easygoing as extending your arm to a frail woman alighting from the bus. That it is as natural as greeting your elders at the dining table. That it can come and go leaving your heart as capable of it as before.
And then there is trust.
During the last forum meeting our big boss showed us an inspirational video which is interesting in terms of both message and delivery. The speaker is a fun guy, so when I found the link to that video I also clicked on his other presentation.
I'm sharing this one here because the message is something close to my heart, which also ties in nicely with the daily literary quote on my iGoogle today, as currently posted under the "Something XX" section at the right panel of this blog. (I update this section whenever I feel like it, so this line may become irrelevant any time at a future timestamp, sorry. =P)
The message delivery also involves the culture of my fascination, but that's a minor point. Really.
Being contradictory is fine at this point of time;
being contradictory is perfectly understandable.
I feel like telling the world with words I cannot find;
I feel like keeping precious secrets of bits so trivial.
Ah-h-h, the lightheadedness from minding every little detail,
the delirium from grasping what has not felt this real for a while,
how I am relieved at how much I am bothered:
are why it is simply sensible to utterly embrace this sentimental nonsense.
