i have decided
What matters is not so much what a song is, or why a song exists, but that as soon as the song comes on, you feel it.
As soon as the needle hits the record, it may never again
[some will tell you this, which I'm not so sure about]
(maybe it will)
I think maybe it could end up hitting the record forever.
Like an ant walking a mobius strip.
What is up to you is to feel it because if you don't, you'll miss the most important thing in the world in that moment, and consequently, in all of time that matters.
To assume that a clock that keeps the universe's time is in a shape that we could understand, much less hang on our wrists like some sort of stupid talisman.
I won't try to explain this in any way that makes sense because I can't.
You just live and you don't worry about whether you've got anything to show for it afterwards.
What if everything you have worked for has been destroyed millions of times already and will be destroyed millions of times again?
How can something you'll never complete ever give you meaning?
This is all intellectual gamesmanship, really. Who knows?
Here is what is important ;
You have to live every moment that you have through and through like your eyes have just opened for the first time: unapologetically, completely alive, until you've sucked every last thing out of it that's good.
[becuase there is too much bad, you MUST find the good. you must]
It may be the only moment you ever get.
In fact, every moment is unique and different.
And may be your last.
As soon as the needle hits the record, it may never again
[some will tell you this, which I'm not so sure about]
(maybe it will)
I think maybe it could end up hitting the record forever.
Like an ant walking a mobius strip.
What is up to you is to feel it because if you don't, you'll miss the most important thing in the world in that moment, and consequently, in all of time that matters.
To assume that a clock that keeps the universe's time is in a shape that we could understand, much less hang on our wrists like some sort of stupid talisman.
I won't try to explain this in any way that makes sense because I can't.
You just live and you don't worry about whether you've got anything to show for it afterwards.
What if everything you have worked for has been destroyed millions of times already and will be destroyed millions of times again?
How can something you'll never complete ever give you meaning?
This is all intellectual gamesmanship, really. Who knows?
Here is what is important ;
You have to live every moment that you have through and through like your eyes have just opened for the first time: unapologetically, completely alive, until you've sucked every last thing out of it that's good.
[becuase there is too much bad, you MUST find the good. you must]
It may be the only moment you ever get.
In fact, every moment is unique and different.
And may be your last.