Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Welcome Back Old Friend
Welcome Back Old Friend
I remember a person, quite like me. Someone who couldn't embrace, who they were meant to be. They took their time and went away, knowing that their heart wouldn't change. I wouldn't wait for a cold day again, when we sat out in the winters den. I pose a question, you give an answer, it's nice to see your still the same.
Welcome back old friend, it's nice to know you yet again. My face has changed and my sight is blurred, but to me your still the same. To me it's all the same. And I will run outside again, will you be joining me? My old friend is running home again, but only going to be alone. It's all the same, no matter where they go, happiness will always fade away.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Monday, October 6, 2008
Till Now I Danced In Fear
Something just came into my mind, that I thought would be interesting to discuss. I'm going to make the assumption that all of you have a daily routine. Now if your anything like me, you get up around 6:50, or possibly earlier, to the sounds of an annonying alarm or your favourite radio station. Personally, I wake up to my ipod every morning. Each day I wake up to the same song, mainly because it's my all-time favourite, but tomorrow i'm thinking otherwise. You see, the song I wake up to is a very sad song. It talks about what it would be like if one day you turned your head and everything was gone, or if your gone would everyone care? It's one of those songs that makes you be happy with what you've got, even if it's very depressing. Back to the point, the way I see it is that maybe if I changed my wake up song, maybe it could change the outline of my day. Problem being is, that all my slow and soft songs make me cringe in the mornings. The reason i've held onto my favourite one for so long, is because it keeps me in check (Not mentally crazy if your just reading for the first time), keep my perspective on life in check.
So tomorrow i'm going to wake up to something different. Maybe it'll change how my day plays out. Maybe it will change my outlook on something. Maybe i'll listen to a line that I never bothered with before, that could ultimately give me a new perspective on life. I'll post tomorrow, hopefully, and let you all know what happens.
Ambition's a tricky thing. It's like riding a unicycle over a dental floss tightrope, over a wilderness of razorblades - Matthew Good - 21st Century Living
So tomorrow i'm going to wake up to something different. Maybe it'll change how my day plays out. Maybe it will change my outlook on something. Maybe i'll listen to a line that I never bothered with before, that could ultimately give me a new perspective on life. I'll post tomorrow, hopefully, and let you all know what happens.
Ambition's a tricky thing. It's like riding a unicycle over a dental floss tightrope, over a wilderness of razorblades - Matthew Good - 21st Century Living
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
I'm A Troublemaker
I'm gonna make this short but simple. Listen to me when I say this. Yes, sometimes I get bummed out that i'm not out on friday or saturday nights partying it up with people, getting drunk off my arse (not so much that part). And yes, I get bummed out that i'm not out on a date with some girl on friday or saturday night. Let me tell you something though. I honestly don't care. My mother and I had a brief chat about my social life before she trotted off to bed, and it bugs her that i'm not doing either of these things. She said that she would be out with her boyfriend on friday nights or out with her friends doing whatever.
Let's get something straight. I am not, will not, and will hopefully never be my mother. Don't get me wrong, I love her to pieces and we're more alike than anyone else in my family, but hear me when I say this, I will never be like her, nor do I want to be. Not that there's anything wrong with her or being her, but i'd rather be myself than have to evolve into the person who's given me punishments for 18 years.
There are days when I wish I was someone else. Days when I really want to be one of those jerks you see getting drunk at the college party in movies. Then I think to myself, why the hell would I ever want that life? It's not glamorous, the thrills are cheap, and the excitment lasts for two hours, followed by a wake up call in some random place in who knows where, with no memorie of the past night. Appealing on the outside, but truly a misconception.
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