I Woke Up In a Car
"I've never been so lost...
...I've never felt so much at home-
Please Write My Folks and throw away my keys"
Everything is a story. As we have come to learn, the traditional story has parts, including an introductory beginning; events that lead to the body of the tale; a turning point most times; and the infamous ending that we wait for as we turn the pages, hoping with all of our might that it turns out the way that we like it. Maybe the prince will find his lost beauty, or maybe she is gone forever. Maybe the character that lies victim to death will kling to life miraculously with the turn of the page, or maybe the man will live his life happily ever after to his heart's content.
This is a story.
This is many stories.
Each event that unfolds in our ever-changing world leaves its mark on us. The cereal that we eat for breakfast will eventually either come to haunt us, or benefit us in ways that it takes for our body to function (to put it in its simplest form.) Some occurrences will leave bigger marks, naturally something that we take for granted. What if we aren't supposed to be living where we do, loving who we love, or believing what we believe? It's a game that can take you on the first train to crazy town when overcontemplated, and it's a game that can scare the pants off of you if not thought about at all.
Balance must really be the key to life.
At this point, it may be realized that the introduction to what is to come that has been refelcted in the previous statements may be extremely overdone, possibly even viewed as "hokey" or as my household like to call it "Bucky." (I think referring to a homely neighbor that I had as a child, not something that can be guaranteed.)
I like to sit and think at times, and this is the fruit of that labor. Whether I am at the beach at home on the shores of Lake Michigan, sitting gazing at the stars; or on an extended roadtrip flying solo that presents itself as a more than conducive area for reflection; hell--I could be where I sit now in front of my laptop with the song that best refelcts the mood of the moment playing in the background--my honeydw candle that it almost burnt out flickering in the background...it is truly nice to rewind and realize who has made THEIR mark on my life, and make sure I take what I need from this moment.
This moment is here, it is now, and it will never return...the good ones will echo in your head, and the bad ones will hinder your dreams if you let them...
...here are MY moments.
...I've never felt so much at home-
Please Write My Folks and throw away my keys"
Everything is a story. As we have come to learn, the traditional story has parts, including an introductory beginning; events that lead to the body of the tale; a turning point most times; and the infamous ending that we wait for as we turn the pages, hoping with all of our might that it turns out the way that we like it. Maybe the prince will find his lost beauty, or maybe she is gone forever. Maybe the character that lies victim to death will kling to life miraculously with the turn of the page, or maybe the man will live his life happily ever after to his heart's content.
This is a story.
This is many stories.
Each event that unfolds in our ever-changing world leaves its mark on us. The cereal that we eat for breakfast will eventually either come to haunt us, or benefit us in ways that it takes for our body to function (to put it in its simplest form.) Some occurrences will leave bigger marks, naturally something that we take for granted. What if we aren't supposed to be living where we do, loving who we love, or believing what we believe? It's a game that can take you on the first train to crazy town when overcontemplated, and it's a game that can scare the pants off of you if not thought about at all.
Balance must really be the key to life.
At this point, it may be realized that the introduction to what is to come that has been refelcted in the previous statements may be extremely overdone, possibly even viewed as "hokey" or as my household like to call it "Bucky." (I think referring to a homely neighbor that I had as a child, not something that can be guaranteed.)
I like to sit and think at times, and this is the fruit of that labor. Whether I am at the beach at home on the shores of Lake Michigan, sitting gazing at the stars; or on an extended roadtrip flying solo that presents itself as a more than conducive area for reflection; hell--I could be where I sit now in front of my laptop with the song that best refelcts the mood of the moment playing in the background--my honeydw candle that it almost burnt out flickering in the background...it is truly nice to rewind and realize who has made THEIR mark on my life, and make sure I take what I need from this moment.
This moment is here, it is now, and it will never return...the good ones will echo in your head, and the bad ones will hinder your dreams if you let them...
...here are MY moments.