Life – as much as we may try to, we cannot truly control it. There are unexpected surprises and bumps in the road yet somehow we all manage to move along the path fairly well.
Love is a bitter food, You’ve learned to eat – You still don’t know, Where it grows. And our love of freedom holds a veil over our eyes, rights that are given – Can be taken away.
It seems to have become particularly hard to live lately. I find myself introspective and quiet. I cannot lie, I embrace the quiet… but silence does not always my mind is peaceful. I question life decisions, friendships, acquaintances, and my own open mind. I ponder human nature and the general violence it can exude. There seem to be an abundance of storms in my life at the moment. Whether personal or public, I feel like I’m experiencing a major disaster within my soul. I can’t stop hearing the words of Mumford and Sons in my head… so let me share. Let’s just hope that they’re right…
And after the storm,
I run and run as the rains come
And I look up, I look up,
on my knees and out of luck,
I look up.
Night has always pushed up day
You must know life to see decay
But I won’t rot, I won’t rot
Not this mind and not this heart,
I won’t rot.
And I took you by the hand
And we stood tall,
And remembered our own land,
What we lived for.
And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.
Well, at least I hope they’re right because as for me and this moment… we’re sinking quickly.
The secret of getting ahead is getting started. The secret of getting started is breaking your complex overwhelming tasks into small manageable tasks, and then starting on the first one. – Mark Twain