you wasted life, why wouldn't you waste the afterlife?
I was just listening to my friend, Colleen, and our mutual friend, Henry, talking about this other kid who they know who got married and is about to have a baby, but is only 20 years old. Colleen went on and on about how she was so against marrying young, and didn’t understand why you can’t just wait. While I agree with this, I also think people are all different and some people know what they want at a young age. He has a job and almost has a daughter and is “a proper adult,” as Colleen put it.
She said, “Why would you settle down so young, before you have a chance to really live? We have the rest of our lives to be office drones, tied down by kids and our spouses.” When she said this, I was hit more than ever by the fact that I do not want to be tied down. I’m not saying I’ll never get married, though I really don’t agree with having to declare your love to the government, and I’m not saying I’ll never have kids. Actually, more and more lately I’ve found myself really enjoying kids and “seeing” myself with my own someday. But even then, I wonder if it would be for the wrong reasons--to relive my own childhood, to live vicariously through them, to try to morph them into the people I want them to be and not necessarily who they really are. I don’t want to bring someone into the world and screw them up.
Anyway, that was a side note. I just don’t want to be tied into a life that I hate, and I hope I never am. If I’m unhappy, I hope I have the balls to drop everything and run.
Well that is that and this is this.
Will you tell me what you saw and I'll tell you what you missed,
when the ocean met the sky.
You missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye.
When the earth folded in on itself.
And said "Good luck, for your sake I hope heaven and hell
are really there, but I wouldn't hold my breath."
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste death?
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste death?
The ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?
In your head, in your mouth, in your soul.
The more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind.
Well I don't mind. I don't mind. How the hell could I mind?
She said, “Why would you settle down so young, before you have a chance to really live? We have the rest of our lives to be office drones, tied down by kids and our spouses.” When she said this, I was hit more than ever by the fact that I do not want to be tied down. I’m not saying I’ll never get married, though I really don’t agree with having to declare your love to the government, and I’m not saying I’ll never have kids. Actually, more and more lately I’ve found myself really enjoying kids and “seeing” myself with my own someday. But even then, I wonder if it would be for the wrong reasons--to relive my own childhood, to live vicariously through them, to try to morph them into the people I want them to be and not necessarily who they really are. I don’t want to bring someone into the world and screw them up.
Anyway, that was a side note. I just don’t want to be tied into a life that I hate, and I hope I never am. If I’m unhappy, I hope I have the balls to drop everything and run.
Well that is that and this is this.
Will you tell me what you saw and I'll tell you what you missed,
when the ocean met the sky.
You missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye.
When the earth folded in on itself.
And said "Good luck, for your sake I hope heaven and hell
are really there, but I wouldn't hold my breath."
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste death?
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste death?
The ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?
In your head, in your mouth, in your soul.
The more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind.
Well I don't mind. I don't mind. How the hell could I mind?