Sometimes you have to give up the unlikely hopes, if you discover they have the power to spoil the present and make you unhappy. Sometimes it’s best to accept things that are rather than pining for things that can never be.
So I’ll never get to Paris or Italy. I have a happy home full of joy. Fair trade.
I’ll never be thin or beautiful, but I have friends who don’t seem to notice that.
I’m easy.
‘If we got a fast car,
Drive real fast, try to get away.
We gotta make a decision,
Leave tonight or live and die this way…
I remember we were young, driving in your car,
Drive so fast I thought I was drunk,
Leave this crazy world behind,
Hoping I could be someone, be someone…’
For weeks I sang that song to myself in a whisper, lying in bed late at night, until the words and melody caught on each other and I cried myself to sleep.
i’d don’t think i’d have much of a life to live if it weren’t for the faint hopes, unlikely daydreams, and crazy delusions that i allow myslef to believe in.
I see my life as an axis of time overlapping an axis of aspiration. The farther the time is from my point, the more hugely impossible the dreams appear.
And yet, it’s been the same axis for the longest time, and I’ve yet to stray from it.
Not for long.
not at all.
Every once in a while I like to ask myself what I would attempt if I knew I could not and would not fail…to fuel the unlikely and faint hopes.
Sometimes you have to give up the unlikely hopes, if you discover they have the power to spoil the present and make you unhappy. Sometimes it’s best to accept things that are rather than pining for things that can never be.
So I’ll never get to Paris or Italy. I have a happy home full of joy. Fair trade.
I’ll never be thin or beautiful, but I have friends who don’t seem to notice that.
I’m easy.
‘If we got a fast car,
Drive real fast, try to get away.
We gotta make a decision,
Leave tonight or live and die this way…
I remember we were young, driving in your car,
Drive so fast I thought I was drunk,
Leave this crazy world behind,
Hoping I could be someone, be someone…’
Happens to us all.
You beat me to quoting Fast Car =(
For weeks I sang that song to myself in a whisper, lying in bed late at night, until the words and melody caught on each other and I cried myself to sleep.
i’d don’t think i’d have much of a life to live if it weren’t for the faint hopes, unlikely daydreams, and crazy delusions that i allow myslef to believe in.
I see my life as an axis of time overlapping an axis of aspiration. The farther the time is from my point, the more hugely impossible the dreams appear.
And yet, it’s been the same axis for the longest time, and I’ve yet to stray from it.