**disclaimer - I don't know how to write this. I should probably wait. My brain is jumbled**
In our day to day life we worry about so many useless mundane things. Things that if we took a step back we would realize don't matter at all.
How is my hair
Damn that person who cut me off!
Rush, Rush, Rush.
I'm late, I'm late, I'm late
I want, I want, I want.
Lets fight about religion
Lets fight about debt
Lets fight about politics
Lets waste our energy hating people based on
Race, Sexuality and Religion
or lack there of.
Lie, cheat and steal from each other
to get 'ahead'
I need, I need, I need
Money, Money, Money
The newest technology
The biggest house
The nicest car
We spend so much time worrying about tomorrow
that we miss out on today
We spend so much time consumed with the
that we miss the moment we're in
Did you see it?
or did you miss it again.
Close your eyes
'Just love to live and live life today
Don't spend too much of today on yesterday.'
Your hair is fine (or lack there of!)
Your cloths are doing their job of keeping you warm.
Maybe that person really needs to be somewhere
Take your time, it's in limited supply
so enjoy ever last millisecond
You'll be happier without them.
Let it be, Let it be.
If Sally and Jen want to get married
What difference does that really make in your life?
What difference would it make?
Let it be, Let it be
You will bleed and die just as quickly as the next guy.
So are you really ever ahead?
More things to break
More things to fix
More things to distract you from the moment you're living in.
It doesn't have to be one way or the other.
Even what is true is not stagnant.
Just because something is true today doesn't mean that it will still be true tomorrow
so why worry about it?
I'm sad tonight.
My brother-in-law by proxy (my BIL brother)
is in his final days.
He's 36 years old.
He is a teacher.
He has brain cancer.
For the second time.
He's been fighting it
this second time around
For almost a year now.
And he's on his final stand.
I sent him flowers.
I've been told that's a bit depressing.
To send someone flowers before they die.
Flowers serve the living much better than they do the dead.
I am also of the opinion
that men don't get flowers nearly often enough.