gone, gone, gone, gone, gone...
So, wdmjen posted this earlier today, but I thought that my friends would enjoy this as well. It was posted at johnmayer.com today and I think it says a ton. Just reason number 937502387528570238760286732 why John Mayer is amazing.
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CHANGE
I've been thinking about something lately.
Imagine this:
You're on an airplane, sleeping with your head against the window, your heart set on being home this time three hours from now. All of a sudden, something goes very wrong. The plane stops moving across the air and instead starts falling through it. The lights are flickering and the movie is skipping. The plane dips hundreds of feet in seconds, and the yellow cups fall from the ceiling. They're a brighter shade of yellow than you remember, because unlike the demonstration, these cups have never been handled before. "Flight attendants take your seats now", you hear, the pilot's voice trembling over a cacophony of alert tones. You get that smell in the bridge of your nose like you've just been hit with a football. That's what the fear smells like. The plane is going down.
Four more drastic drops in under a minute. People are crying. For all the folklore about how your life flashes before your eyes, you're remarkably fixed on one vision - your parents. They're sleeping at this very moment, in a bedroom so quiet they can hear the clock in the kitchen. And you can see them, clear as can be. You wish you could see a playground or a first kiss, but all you can see is your parents sleeping. Huh. Well, that's that.
Several long minutes go by. Then, all at once, the lights come back on and the plane somehow rights itself. Some people cheer, but most people cry harder. The plane lands about an hour later, and as soon as you feel that touch down - hell, even when you were within 50 feet of the ground and could still technically survive a fall - you realize that however you brokered the deal between you and God worked; you've just been granted life in overtime.
Here's the question: what do you change? Whom do you call that you haven't spoken to in years? Whom do you realize has been toxic to your heart and drop with surprising ease? What trips do you cancel, and what trips do you book? What can't you be bothered with anymore? What's the new you like?
Think about that, and then ask one more question. Why not just change it all right now?
(Working on it...)
POSTED BY JOHN MAYER AT 04:48 AM FROM SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA
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I don't know. It just made me think today. Today was one of those days where all I can do is think. I don't want to think, but it appears that I cannot escape the one thing I want to right now.
Me.
It's a terrifying thing when you can look at yourself and recogize the exact moment when you've changed. When you fell victim to the one thing that you've been trying to escape for a long while. When something that is not even human controls your every move, thought, being.
I can't say that I'm unhappy with my life, because honestly, I'm not. I have a lot of great things going on, and I know that I have a lot ahead of me. It's just challenging to keep my mind on that when there are so many things threatening to break everything. To completely shatter everything I've built up. It's hard to see the positive when you are constantly being reminded of the negative. When you are trying to get better, it's nearly impossible to do so when the one thing you need to be away from is everywhere you turn. When the thing that broke you before is always around and is more than willing to explain to you why his life is so great right now.
I can't be better if I don't walk completely away from this. I just won't be ok. But I don't think it's fair that I've had to give up everything. That I have been the one who has had to make changes, who has had to suffer, who still hurts. And he can just be fine, be happy, be happy.
Forgive me for being selfish, but I think it's time that he gave up something too. That for once, he was the one who was broken.
It's his turn.
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CHANGE
I've been thinking about something lately.
Imagine this:
You're on an airplane, sleeping with your head against the window, your heart set on being home this time three hours from now. All of a sudden, something goes very wrong. The plane stops moving across the air and instead starts falling through it. The lights are flickering and the movie is skipping. The plane dips hundreds of feet in seconds, and the yellow cups fall from the ceiling. They're a brighter shade of yellow than you remember, because unlike the demonstration, these cups have never been handled before. "Flight attendants take your seats now", you hear, the pilot's voice trembling over a cacophony of alert tones. You get that smell in the bridge of your nose like you've just been hit with a football. That's what the fear smells like. The plane is going down.
Four more drastic drops in under a minute. People are crying. For all the folklore about how your life flashes before your eyes, you're remarkably fixed on one vision - your parents. They're sleeping at this very moment, in a bedroom so quiet they can hear the clock in the kitchen. And you can see them, clear as can be. You wish you could see a playground or a first kiss, but all you can see is your parents sleeping. Huh. Well, that's that.
Several long minutes go by. Then, all at once, the lights come back on and the plane somehow rights itself. Some people cheer, but most people cry harder. The plane lands about an hour later, and as soon as you feel that touch down - hell, even when you were within 50 feet of the ground and could still technically survive a fall - you realize that however you brokered the deal between you and God worked; you've just been granted life in overtime.
Here's the question: what do you change? Whom do you call that you haven't spoken to in years? Whom do you realize has been toxic to your heart and drop with surprising ease? What trips do you cancel, and what trips do you book? What can't you be bothered with anymore? What's the new you like?
Think about that, and then ask one more question. Why not just change it all right now?
(Working on it...)
POSTED BY JOHN MAYER AT 04:48 AM FROM SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA
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I don't know. It just made me think today. Today was one of those days where all I can do is think. I don't want to think, but it appears that I cannot escape the one thing I want to right now.
Me.
It's a terrifying thing when you can look at yourself and recogize the exact moment when you've changed. When you fell victim to the one thing that you've been trying to escape for a long while. When something that is not even human controls your every move, thought, being.
I can't say that I'm unhappy with my life, because honestly, I'm not. I have a lot of great things going on, and I know that I have a lot ahead of me. It's just challenging to keep my mind on that when there are so many things threatening to break everything. To completely shatter everything I've built up. It's hard to see the positive when you are constantly being reminded of the negative. When you are trying to get better, it's nearly impossible to do so when the one thing you need to be away from is everywhere you turn. When the thing that broke you before is always around and is more than willing to explain to you why his life is so great right now.
I can't be better if I don't walk completely away from this. I just won't be ok. But I don't think it's fair that I've had to give up everything. That I have been the one who has had to make changes, who has had to suffer, who still hurts. And he can just be fine, be happy, be happy.
Forgive me for being selfish, but I think it's time that he gave up something too. That for once, he was the one who was broken.
It's his turn.