People I wanted to be.
Places I wanted to see.
It’s all in the past now.
Lest I awaken,
Return to being me.
It’s funny how you love so many things, almost everything.
And still end up loving a girl with whom you do not have a single thing in common.
And then you struggle.
On and on, trying to make it work!
There’s the sign, that the human machine needs oiling…
Sometimes, it really is not worth the effort.
The secret lies not in never giving up, but knowing when to.
Sometimes
We try real hard to get something
We put in everything we’ve got
But when it doesn’t yield
We break!
Don’t try so hard
Some of the best things in life happen
When we least expect them
Work for the joy of it
Live!
Don’t try to be the best
Just better
Than you were yesterday
Slow and steady improvement
Wins over sudden bursts and lulls
Be content
But never satisfied
Keep improving
And make every day count
Everyone has their own pace
I’ve been criticized often for my choice of music, and for a long long time! I’ve never discriminated between music—metal, pop, rnb, rap, rock, jazz, blues, throw anything at me, and I’d probably appreciate it! Some of my favorites are Celtic, Japanese and Finnish songs (not to say English and Hindi…)! I’ve found it simply strange that people discriminate between good and bad songs simply by language…
Most people appreciate music because of the lyrics, and that, when they understand it. True it is a lot simpler to assimilate something when presented in one’s own language, but isn’t that also a sign of close-mindedness? There’s more to a song than simply the lyrics—the subtle blend of harmonics and rhythms, the synchronous notes, the individual pitch and tones of the instruments and the silence…
Everything is music.
What is it about Valentine’s day, that makes people so crazy to proclaim their love for one another? Isn’t every day as you choose to make it? Or maybe, that’s too philosophical for most people to comprehend…
I, for one, haven’t held much for the V-Day—and how it’s cost me!—but I really do think we should all grow beyond trusting a date to remind how much we love someone… it is just a day after all.
A little less foolishness, and a little more love(!) would do us all some good, don’t you think?
Sometimes. When one’s truly enjoying doing something. Time stops. Hunger fades. Exhaustion dissipates. That feeling, right there, is called passion. And that is what I live for, what we should all live for.