stary stary night

i was reading a blog about Vincent Van Gogh posted by a friend that i came to know during the three month stay in Marybone student hostel. i never knew him that close, but he is a nice lad, a person who carries the love for brother and sister on his shoulder, a person who had walked through a distorted path but now live with passion and purpose.

i heard about the story of the great painter Vincent Van Gogh, but i never knew the detail of his life, except some of his famous paints, eg The scream, which is full of sorrow and pain.

'....All his life he is trying to chasing after his dream, trying to become somebody. He had been worked unsuccessfully as a clerk, as an art salesman, and even as a preacher whereby he was kicked out by his church due to his overzealous act such as giving his own and only cloth to the poor during winter.

Finally he become a painter, a successful one many will assume he will be, but for his entire life he sold only one painting to his own brother. And one day, he cut his ear, send it to his friend through mail, and to end his tragic life, he shot himself...'

to be truth, i was depressed after i read his life story, how can a person lived such a tortured life even when he knew the love of God?

'....As I have been like Vincent Van Gogh, a madman whom losing hope and being ignore by all I considered dear, but I was saved and I witnessed the love of God.

The gift that we need to be ever prepare...is to bring love to the others...so that there wouldn't be too many unfortunate one like Vincent Van Gogh, if there is anyone had shown him such love, his life will be bright and sparkle just like one of his painting, the flaming flowers that brightly blaze.'

Below is the song sung by Don McLean dedicated to Vincent Van Gogh:

Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as
beautiful as you

Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will

To those who caged in their own mind and live a distorted life, may God bless you all.
ps: thanks for the heart-touching words of yours, ah liew.