The Mystery of Life, Music and Love


As a person with a journalism degree and an inquisitive mind, I can ask questions to the point of annoying people. However, with age comes wisdom and the simple factor of not giving a shit.

Sometimes I wonder about something and then sit back and say, does it really matter? Many times, the answer is no. Just let it be. Don’t over analyze it. Don’t ‘what if’ it to death. Just exist and experience it. Unless it sucks of course, then learn to move out of the way and into a better experience.

I have found, enjoying the moment is so much better than picking something apart. I don’t need to know every detail on the who, what, where and why. I can let the mystery of something remain just that – a mystery. Unless I am writing an article, there is no reason for me to ruin the experience with a million questions. Nope. I can just cherish the time I have left on this earth.

Time. That is a mystery in itself. One of my music idols, Prince, died this week, which you probably heard unless you are living in a cave without WIFI. Well, and if you are, you are probably are not reading this post though. But if you are, then I wonder how long you travel to get to internet… Or if you have WIFI in your cave, how much does that cost? (See, there goes that wandering mind again.)

Anyway, I adored Prince for his insane talent, but also his mystery. He was elusive to the press generally, and that appealed to me. His quiet demeanor was attractive. And of course, as a young teen girl, he was just utterly sexy and glamorous, and I had the biggest crush on him.

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His music is the first I really remember and so many memories involve it. I would dance around my room to Little Red Corvette. I would attempt to roller skate gracefully to Raspberry Beret. I kissed a boy to Purple Rain. [Insert a dramatic sigh here.] Oh Prince, you WERE music to me, mysterious and sexy music. I think you may be why purple was and still is my favorite color.

I didn’t know every Prince song or a lot of details about his personal life, and that was ok. It didn’t mean I adored him any less. He just maintained a level of mystery to me. And now, dying at the age of 57, I guess he always will.

His death has made me think though…57 is not really old. Of course when I was a teen dancing to his music, I thought 57 was ancient. But now, not so much. Heck, I’m 44, so I am just around the corner, and who knows when my time will be up. Today, next week, 40 years from now? Perhaps it is best not to know that answer, but to live to our fullest each day.

Each day is a gift to experience, not solve, just like Frank Herbert said. So put aside your anger, regret and ‘what ifs’ and just BE, FEEL and EXPERIENCE life while you have it. There is no need to solve every mystery, but simply relish what it can offer you in the time you have left.

And with that, I will leave you with one of my favorite Prince songs, that says exactly how I felt about him as an artist: Nothing Compares to You. May you rest in peace.

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My Journey to My Prince


My journey started when I was just a girl,
Imagining a love that could make my head swirl.

My prince would save me from the life of mine.
He would make me happy as our lives intertwine.

He would romance me daily, making me smile.
His words and actions always graced in style.

He would never be mad and make me cry.
And never oh never, would he ever lie.

This dream prince of mine was perfect as can be.
But when I grew up, it became clear to see…

That if I wanted perfection, a life of enchantment,
I was only setting myself up for a lot of resentment.

For no prince can hold the keys to my life.
He can’t fill my voids just by calling me wife.

He can’t be the keeper of all of my delight
For that is an expectation that isn’t quite right.

If I want true happiness, it’s really up to me.
It can’t be someone else’s responsibility.

If I can’t be happy with who I am trying to be.
How can I expect a prince to want to love me?

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For the Daily Prompt ~ Journey

Saving the Prince


It had been 16 years since Amera came to the village to save the poor sick baby. Back then, she would have never guessed that that baby would be the future of the country. She had no idea the boy she saved was really the prince.

The world back then was full of danger. The evil spirit that controlled the forest seeped out into the villages at night, stealing souls. For those IT touched but did not kill, they had a worse plight. IT would rampage through their minds, causing havoc and leaving them lost to reality forever. People lived in fear. The king and queen were among those who worried about the future. They chose to hide their infant prince as IT seemed to strike out more among the leaders of the country. So the heir, the future of the country went into hiding, living among the poor nearly all his life.

Amera, who was known for her healing talents, was called to help the sick prince in hiding. While traveling through the dark forest 16 years ago, Amera feared IT would attack her. Instead, she saw the good spirit, the one of legends. It guided her safely through the forest so she could get to the village to save the child. In the years that passed, the good spirit spread its power, fighting the dark powers of IT. The world changed. Hope grew. With each and every passing year, the country developed and its villages bloomed. The kingdom was being restored to its full glory.

Now, as the prince’s 16th birthday neared, Amera was called to the castle city. This time she was not called to heal but to be honored at a celebration. The king and queen had never thanked Amera for saving their son. They couldn’t. Doing so would have risked his life back then. But now that the prince was out of hiding and returning to the castle city, they intended to show their appreciation. And the court wanted to hear her story about seeing the good spirit in the forest years ago. They had heard the rumored story of the healer seeing the spirit before, but now, they could hear it in person. Amera was the only one known to have ever gotten that close to the spirit. She herself had become a key part in miraculous change of the kingdom by reporting the first sighting. And by saving the prince, she had secured the future of the entire kingdom. It was only right for them to honor her and well for that matter.

As Amera walked through the forest, the castle city came into view. It looked as magical as she had dreamt. The colors of the flowers, the grass, and the castle walls themselves gleamed. The royal waters sparkled more than any water she had ever seen. The courtyards around the palace grounds formed floating islands. A giant ice-covered mountain behind the castle city seemed to steam from a slow orange river. There was a mist of elegance surrounding it all, creating a magical scene. Yes, things had changed since she saw the spirit in the forest years ago, thought Amera.

And as soon as she crossed the castle city bridge, she knew her life would change again…and she couldn’t wait.

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For the Daily Prompt ~ Image Search.

Pick a random word and do Google image search on it. Check out the eleventh picture it brings up. Write about whatever that image brings to mind.

This story is a follow-up on a prior post about Amera walking through the evil forest.

Later, I added a third part to the series, click here to read it.

Photo credit goes to ivany86.deviantart.com and was the 11th image found during a Google search for magic.