Saturday, July 10, 2010

twenty-three. fuck.

when i heard, i thought,

"fuck. i never got to say good-bye.."

but then i realized

fuck. why would i?

who ever says good-bye like it's the last time? who ever sees the sky like they'll never see it again? who thinks that dinner with a friend will be.. fuck. nobody does. and why would you? that's so painful.

i have a project for you, co-members of the universe. contact someone you care about, who means something to you, someone with whom you haven't spoken or been very close in a while. contact a bunch of people. tell them how you feel. i'm not saying that you should live in fear that all your friends will be taken from you. i'm just letting you know that you would rather let them know before one of them is.

...i'm sorry.

Monday, May 24, 2010

twenty-one. let me let you and let us be.

let's discuss the meaning of magic.
let's not let this ending be tragic.
let's discuss our favourite colour.
let's poke a little fun at each other.

let's stay up too late, even though it is tough.
let's stay up too late, but not long enough.
let's run down the street, skip and hold hands.
let's stop on the corner and let's do a dance.

let's turn on the tube and talk about blue.
let's go out at night, meet the man on the moon.
let's fulfill promises made to ourselves.
let's go to the portal where teen spirit dwells.

let's watch a good movie, or make one instead.
let's popcorn a story 'til we go to bed.
let's make buttered toast just the way that we like.
let's argue about the true spelling of psych.

let's each think of ways to make someone smile.
let's put the whole world on pause for a while.
let's make a stranger's day, for a change.
let's give some free hugs, even though we look strange.

let's not be shy.
let's shout at the sky.
let'm hear us from mars.
let us swim with the stars.

let's sing a song.
let's show them who's wrong.
when we show them whos won, 
the cake should be done.

let's get out of bed.
let's examine your head.
let's stay in bed forever.
let's stop.. never.

let's make a wish.
let's go. i'm waiting, and so's the rest of the world :)

Monday, April 26, 2010

twenty. too big for just one place.

i have seen a beauty that has moved me to tears
i have loved a soul that will not reappear
i have known a mind that was wiser than hell
and still i have no story to tell.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Nineteen. This is your life.

I was recently asked to complete a sentence by filling in the blank:

"Life is __________; the world is ___________."

The purpose was to make this the topic of an essay. And I thought for a long, long time. "Life is a sentence, art is a novel". I would write about how each sentence is infinitely different from the last. Different font, different colour, different sentence structure, different language. Yet each life comes together to form this great novel. And only when each sentence stops thinking that it is the most important sentence in the whole book and accepts the fact that it must exist in harmony with the following and preceding sentences does anything work. And I would write about how some sentences contain too much filler, dragging on and on, the sentence itself seeming to think that its existence is pointless. Others, short. Yet deeply more profound, hiding something remarkable just beneath the surface...

...neh. Didn't go with that one.

"Life is an instrument; the world is an orchestra". Every musician may think she is the most important, many in envy of the first chairs, whom get all the solos they want and whose names everyone knows. But without the rest of the orchestra, the soloist would be nothing. Each musician would get out of his instrument as much as he put into it. The more dedication she puts into practicing, the bigger the payoffs. The more passion with which she plays, the more lovely the music. The more love she has for her instrument, the more love she can spread by using it. And she spreads it with her instrument just as her neighbor spreads love with his, be he a violinist or a trombonist or a percussionist or the world's best kazoo artist. Every musician has her own instrument, every musician from a different background, and when all is said and done, none of that matters. All that matters is that we can all be here, now, and create something beautiful together.

....didn't go with that one, either.

I thought of so many possibilities to fill in those blanks. What I realized is that they should be left as just that. Blanks. And I decided to drop the second half of the sentence and focus on the first: "Life is". And it is. That is all it has to be. Life is what you make of it. You can leave it like that, decide that life is, and there is nothing you can do to change that, and decide to simply BE. Or you can embrace the simplicity and the freedom that comes with it. Life is. Life is yours to define. Life is yours to live and to love and to cherish. 

This is your life. Live it like you love it.

Monday, April 12, 2010

eighteen. thanks, shel.

the world is out there waiting for us. you and me, stranger. it's given us a place to meet, a path to walk, wonders to discover.

it loves us.

it was made for us.

it gives so much to us, and we give so little in return.

my great fear is that someday, somehow, i will stop appreciating all the beauty in the world around me. i do not want to become an old man before i realize what is really important, when all i have left is a stump to sit on. so i will yell at the sky that it is beautiful. i will sing at the top of my lungs and i will dance like i know everyone is watching, but i won't care anyway. i will wish you all a good morning now and forever :)

i'm not asking you to love everything. but it's not impossible. the world loves you. the least you could do is love yourself, too.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

seventeen. i'm not going to stay silent anymore.

the birds have it right. they sing their song no matter if anyone wants to hear it. 

the birds will sing. why would a bird NOT sing? that would be silly. why do people not sing?...

birds, they wake up and sing, and they sing all day long. they start every morning like that. what a good morning. what a good day. people should be more like birds.

what's wrong with waking up with a smile on your face? what's wrong with waking up and singing and dancing like you're welcoming the sun and the morning and everything good? 

wake up and sing. i dare you. you'll soar so high that day that nobody will be able to touch you, nobody can bring you down :]

your voice is beautiful. USE IT.