Life is full of beginnings and endings. Perhaps it is really a circle without begging or end. I don’t really know. Great fodder for the brain to dwell on.
The past few months have been full of beginnings and endings. We watched the kids exchange rings on the beach. So full of expectation, innocence, belief, and excitement. The knowing, the automatic assumption without thought really that life is good – the harbinger of youth. A beginning. I miss my reckless youth.
A few friends have left us here without them too. Is that an ending or a beginning?
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How I think – is my though process different than the norm?
It dawned on me that I process information like a logic tree or something similar. Then again I can get stuck in a major do loop 🙂
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I spend a lot of time reading blogs and such. Lately my brain is not functioning in top gear. It seems after all the changes with blogger many blogs seem like one big run on sentence to me. Long paragraphs if there are paragraphs. In my news reader many of the words are stuck together. (In my reader manyof the words are stuck together). I then head for the site as I have enough troubles taking it all in as it is.
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“Firework” Lyrics
Do you ever feel like a plastic bag,
Drifting through the wind
Wanting to start again?
Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin
Like a house of cards,
One blow from caving in?
Do you ever feel already buried deep?
6 feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing
Do you know that there’s still a chance for you
‘Cause there’s a spark in you
You just gotta ignite, the light, and let it shine
Just own the night like the 4th of July
‘Cause baby you’re a firework
Come on, show ’em what you’re worth
Make ’em go “Oh, oh, oh”
As you shoot across the sky-y-y
Baby, you’re a firework
Come on, let your colours burst
Make ’em go “Oh, oh, oh”
You’re gonna leave ’em goin’ “Oh, oh, oh”
You don’t have to feel like a wasted space
You’re original, cannot be replaced
If you only knew what the future holds
After a hurricane comes a rainbow
Maybe your reason why all the doors are closed
So you could open one that leads you to the perfect road
Like a lightning bolt, your heart will glow
And when it’s time, you’ll know
You just gotta ignite, the light, and let it shine
Just own the night like the 4th of July
‘Cause baby you’re a firework
Come on, show ’em what you’re worth
Make ’em go “Oh, oh, oh”
As you shoot across the sky-y-y
Baby, you’re a firework
Come on, let your colours burst
Make ’em go “Oh, Oh, Oh”
You’re gonna leave ’em goin’ “Oh, oh, oh”
Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon
It’s always been inside of you, you, you
And now it’s time to let it through-ough-ough
‘Cause baby you’re a firework
Come on, show ’em what you’re worth
Make ’em go “Oh, Oh, Oh”
As you shoot across the sky-y-y
Baby, you’re a firework
Come on, let your colours burst
Make ’em go “Oh, Oh, Oh”
You’re gonna leave ’em goin’ “Oh, oh, oh”
Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon
Boom, boom, boom
i have noticed those things about blogger blogs too… i use google reader and it’s one long sentence with some words lacking spacing… but when i visit the sites it’s a bit better…. i tried a few other readers but got the same results….
i think every ending is a beginning and every beginning is an ending… the birth-life-death cycle applies to all things as far as i can tell….
i really like that song… i listen to it often and think of you when i do 🙂
I play the Fireworks every dang morning – just kind of starts me off thinking I am someone hee hee.
Yeah all the readers I tried do the same thing also so I just went back to google reader for now. Saves me from logging in more than once.
The cycle to me is a given I just wonder if we repeat, start anew, carry it though . …
I was slow to figure out the read thing. For quite some time I just thought a lot of bloggers were space bar challenged!
I hadn’t heard this song. Nice sentiment but it feels like relentless bureaucratic senseless processes in life have snuffed out that spark in me. Not meaning to be Debbie-Downer (or actually Donna-Downer) but just saying.
It took me a while to figure out is was blogger not people -versus- space bar. It is getting harder for me to read long paragraphs and tiny print! My brain just does not separate them out well.
Ahh, so your in the first two verses? It is hard to find a spark of positive when mired in the negative.
Yeah, but working on igniting.
sometimes I think I might just explode LOL I wonder what color my sparks would be?
It is refreshing to have a conversation with someone being honest and not trying to be something they are not!
I think we all have ups and downs – tis human perhaps?
You’d be multi-colored I think. And, lest my reputation gets really confirmed as Donna-Downer, this is a bit more where I’m at these days…
Peter Himmelman, Easy to be Broken from Skin
I got a thousand questions for God and man
I got a head full of answers I can’t understand
Why the lies grow fat and the children get crushed
The static gets applause and the truth gets hushed
We live our lives in stoned anticipation
Somewhere along the line
we’ve lost our ticket home
It’s so easy to be broken, it’s so hard to be alone
Everyone’s cravin’ what nobody needs
Just killin’ time while our innocence bleeds
You and I are jumpin’ madly tryin’ to rise above
A world in decay and the wreckage of love
But you know we’d lay our morals down in fire
For the filthy little dream they toss us like a bone
It’s so easy to be broken, it’s so hard to be alone
It’s so easy to be broken,
it’s so easy to be broken down
There’s a woman in the alley sleepin’ by the trash
Dreamin’ ’bout her daddy and fists full of cash
Now their cleanin’ their pistols
at the end of my block
What do I tell my daughter
when she learns how to talk
Do I tell her that the world’s been built
on broken promises
Do I tell her that she needs to
find a heart of stone
It’s so easy to be broken, it’s so hard to be alone
It’s so easy to be broken, It’s so easy to be broken down
It’s so easy to be broken
It’s so to be broken down
It’s so hard to be alone
Easy to be broken, it’s so easy to be broken
It’s so easy to be easy to be broken
It’s so easy to be broken, easy to be broken
Oh that is a good one – I like it. and yeah it is hard to be or feel broken,
Walking on eggshells over bridges of stone
sad to be so lost so alone
crystalline fog of yellow and blue
colors radiating, obscuring what is true
Nice quote — who said that?
1978 – me
Wow, am impressed. A techie and a poet.