Double paroles


I realized just a second ago that I've had nothing to say here for a long time. In fact, my last substantive post here...was more than a year ago. I want to come back to writing here, but I don't want to hold myself to anything, or make it more than a simple outlet. I've missed writing for myself in this black hole of the Internet.

Here's a song for you, for me.

Oh, that reminds me. I'm reading Eckhart Tolle's "The Power of Now." Do you get the connection still?

So much meaning in these words:

Woke up in London yesterday
Found myself in the city near Piccadilly
Don't really know how I got here
I got some pictures on my phone

New names and numbers that I don't know

Address to places like Abbey Road
Day turns to night, night turns to whatever we want
We're young enough to say

Oh this has gotta be the good life

This has gotta be the good life
This could really be a good life, good life

Say oh, got this feeling that you can't fight

Like this city is on fire tonight
This could really be a good life
A good, good life

To my friends in New York, I say hello

My friends in L.A. they don't know
Where I've been for the past few years or so
Paris to China to Col-or-ado

Sometimes there's airplanes I can' t jump out

Sometimes there's stuff that don't work now
We are god of stories but please tell me-e-e-e
What there is to complain about

When you're happy like a fool

Let it take you over
When everything is out
You gotta take it in


I feel like there might be something that I'll miss
I feel like the window closes oh so quick
I'm taking a mental picture of you now
'Cuz hopelessly
The hope is we have so much to feel good about

--OneRepublic's "Good Life"

I've never been one to give up. But I do not like who I am becoming. This song reminds me of hope.

Diction matters, huh?

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