Endless Visions.
I wonder if it's possible to have an overinflated image of self and feel defeated.
My eyes feel like velcro from my lack of sleep this morning. So as I lay there on the couch musing about events and actions thoughts and differences, I got up and got in my car. Put a friend's mix cd in, rolled the windows down volume up and my mind floated away like a gracery sack on a breezy day. The sun was coming up, but the cool night air was still hanging around like thoughts of yesterday. It's just nice to drive towards the horizon knowing no matter how far you drive you will never reach it. The metaphorical of life as we know it. Pursueing things never to obtain, striving for goals that mean nothing. Just like the horizon it's not the end that matters it's the pursuit. The movement forward, going as fast as you want looking around and knowing it's only you in the car and will only be you. I'll take solace in knowing that the road will end long before the horizon does.
There's really something about music in the car. Just driving. No where in mind only open road and stories to be told in the mind. Narrated by my soul. And acted out by my body. Cuts will happen rewrites will insue accidents and tragedies happiness and success till the final act. All in the parameters of a good song and the act of seeing beyond the eyes.
At one point I thought I could drive all day, drive to a place I havent been. Too many responsibilities are killing the dreamer. but it was nice to tickle the thought. Eventually I turned around and drove home slightly defeated and slightly intoxicated. But the spirit is a hard thing to break fully and there was still half the cd left. It's funny how things work out. How life never makes anything easy. No shortcuts, no freebies. I guess if there is something that is fulfilling in life it should take effort. Complications and Sacrafices are the scars of pride and hope. And i'll have a back full for something I feel. I did it for 3 years. only to be defeated. but there are always battles always something worth fighting something realized something good. I'll take my licks, get up and taste the blood and keep pushing. I have learned the fine art of knowing what to fight for and to not give up hope. And if theres one thing i have is hope. and knowledge of life and it's Absurdities. I like how music is so intoxicating to my soul. After that cd infatuation is the verb of life. and life is crazy.
I say life throw at me what you will because the story of my life isn't going to write itself.
My eyes feel like velcro from my lack of sleep this morning. So as I lay there on the couch musing about events and actions thoughts and differences, I got up and got in my car. Put a friend's mix cd in, rolled the windows down volume up and my mind floated away like a gracery sack on a breezy day. The sun was coming up, but the cool night air was still hanging around like thoughts of yesterday. It's just nice to drive towards the horizon knowing no matter how far you drive you will never reach it. The metaphorical of life as we know it. Pursueing things never to obtain, striving for goals that mean nothing. Just like the horizon it's not the end that matters it's the pursuit. The movement forward, going as fast as you want looking around and knowing it's only you in the car and will only be you. I'll take solace in knowing that the road will end long before the horizon does.
There's really something about music in the car. Just driving. No where in mind only open road and stories to be told in the mind. Narrated by my soul. And acted out by my body. Cuts will happen rewrites will insue accidents and tragedies happiness and success till the final act. All in the parameters of a good song and the act of seeing beyond the eyes.
At one point I thought I could drive all day, drive to a place I havent been. Too many responsibilities are killing the dreamer. but it was nice to tickle the thought. Eventually I turned around and drove home slightly defeated and slightly intoxicated. But the spirit is a hard thing to break fully and there was still half the cd left. It's funny how things work out. How life never makes anything easy. No shortcuts, no freebies. I guess if there is something that is fulfilling in life it should take effort. Complications and Sacrafices are the scars of pride and hope. And i'll have a back full for something I feel. I did it for 3 years. only to be defeated. but there are always battles always something worth fighting something realized something good. I'll take my licks, get up and taste the blood and keep pushing. I have learned the fine art of knowing what to fight for and to not give up hope. And if theres one thing i have is hope. and knowledge of life and it's Absurdities. I like how music is so intoxicating to my soul. After that cd infatuation is the verb of life. and life is crazy.
I say life throw at me what you will because the story of my life isn't going to write itself.
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