Secret places of the soul

The great Greek Philosopher Plato once said

"Music and rhythm find their way into the secret places of the soul” and the French poet/novelist Victor Hugo also said

“Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and cannot remain silent”

And I wont even disagree with them both. For I think we all have those secret places of the soul where we keep stock of all hidden emotions, good or bad and sometimes a song will tap into that epicentre, and you'll have conversations with yourself, or you'll crack a little smile or shed a little tear. I LOVE MUSIC!!That's why some songs are more popular than others, they connect with each one of us in one way or the other and yesterday I made a connection with Ne-yo's Miss Independent which has officially become Vixen's song of the year!!(if i change my mind dont vex o..lol). The connection came on Sunday I was going through my usual visits on Blogville and heard this song on YBF.com and I was hooked. I downloaded it straight away, it joins 'No-one like You' by P-Square on my most played lists.

Flashback Moment: A former man-friend(JT) used to always call me 'Little Miss Independent' and I thought of him when I heard Ne-yo's hit. I smiled and wondered how he is doing, actually I start wondering like Brian Macknight if I also cross his mind ANYTIME, like he had just managed to invade mine. History to JT: when I realised that a relationship with him wouldnt work, I walked away, it was that relationship (if I can even call it that) where you don't tell each other its over but you both know something in the gravy aint right, so I stepped and kept on stepping. I'm a believer in fighting for what's yours, trying to make things work and all BUT you both have to be on the same page, so there was no point in trying to salvage anything from the drowned Titanic. Now as I look I think that maybe it would have been good to say 'goodbye and good luck' or is it that I'm just feeling nostalgic because I heard this song and i took a trail down memories boulevard? No sweat, I've moved on but does breaking up always mean we dont become friends?Just because I aint freaking you, we cant laugh over the things we used to laugh at? I guess it depends on the situation, right?

My other ex Mr Luda (I'm no been-around-the-way-girl..lol), we cool! After I broke up with him we totally agreed to be friends and friends we remain. My friends call him my Mr Big(we rode the Break-up&Make-up bus quite a few too many times), but contrary to the movie, me and this Mr Big wont be living happily ever after. As much as I found it within me to be his friend, there was a part of me that never thought I'd call him a friend BUT I do. He's my Financial Adviser (for no fee), the only person who manages to beat me at a game of Connect Four (thats on a bad day..lol). . We're grown enough to put the past behind us and move on and appreciate the past, the lessons learned and there's no awkward moments. I see him as a friend, nothing more, no 'what if moments' or 'maybes'. But thats just me and him, not every-one is all honkey-dorey with their exes, sometimes the hurt goes beyond forgiving, sometimes people just want to forget and move on BUT do we ever completely forget? Or is it that we just move on, put those people in our 'never remember' memory banks until we get such a moment where we hear a statement, or like me a song, or a mutual person?

In an ideal world, we'd all be singing 'Kombaya' and be one happy bunch of exes and all BUT its never so. They do say 'Its a thin line between love and hate', for some people end up loathing each other, some have been heard muttering 'I wish he were dead', yess some feel so betrayed, hurt and angry that they wish death upon their ex. And unless you walked a mile in their shoes, had a taste of their relationship, we cant be throwing stones from our glass houses I suppose. Some do go the whole nine yards and kill BUT the majority step, some heal those old wounds, some lug around that baggage into the next relationship, some choose to have 'amnesia' BUT we all have the memories stacked up somewhere in the secret places of our souls!