'Cos we can!

Ideas are such a funny thing.

They inspire us and implore us to reach for the unobtainable.
And sometimes,
They deplore us and force us to be condemned.

We choose what we want and want what we choose. Why? ‘Cos we can. That reminds me of a silly line about why rock stars date super models. ‘Cos they can :-). You don’t see other animals and such trying to aim for ideals or being politically correct. But we bother. We make an extra effort. I think it’s only ‘cos we are touched by things in a different way sometimes.

The mind can be just as weird and funny sometimes. It plays tricks on us. Makes us believe in things that don’t exist. Makes us fight battles that are long lost. And manages to give that iota of hope…just that little bit that will see us through many a stormy night.

Where death doesn’t really touch you; it scars you. I wish I knew why I stood up to things that didn’t matter? Why I fought when I knew I wouldn’t win? Why I showed up at a protest rally when it would do no good? Why I ever tried at all?

I would like to believe we do it ‘cos we can. ‘Cos without that iota of hope… the idea that the cause is just and is not lost is what divides the people who are content from those who are resigned. And I would like to believe that there is more to this world than what happens to you or me.

Stand up for what you believe in. Not just ‘cos it’s in vogue or ‘cos your pals are into it or against it or ‘cos years of imbibed conscience require it of you. Stand up ‘cos it’s what you would do if you believed.

I stand tall, let me talk

We're all the same, with different names
Will you play your role, just as you're told?

Let me talk, let me talk

Won't you come on down, put your feet on the ground
Get in touch with you, let your love come thru

Do blinkers help???

A weird thought has cropped up. I was thinking that I had made a turn towards a saner lifestyle. I am not averse to the mild changes that I see so far. But. :-) it’s funny how a but always butts in. I don’t know if my so called saner turn is an actual turn or a view with partial blinds drawn in. I have consciously blocked out quite a lot from my head for the moment. I’m not saying there was clutter before, but there were some unsightly things I wanted to ignore for a bit. I think I’ve chosen to include fewer things into my though process at the moment. The weirdness kicks in here ‘cos I know it’s not good to have a semi-view or is it? I mean. For a horse that wears blinkers, the partial view aids it from getting startled and what not. It doesn’t make sense for a person I guess, ‘cos I’ve never been startled out of my wits when a thought crept up to me. Is there a pro-blinkers crowd out there? I am undecided on that for now.

Nothing has managed to happen

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today
And then one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun

And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to nought
Or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way
The time is gone
The song is over
Thought I'd something more to say!

I have made little effort at changing anything and that should be the root cause for this. I want to claim that I have understood the penalty of procrastinating; that I have started making amends. Truth is a bit dodgier than that. I have indeed made changes, but nothing that will drastically improve my existence. With time things should sort themselves out of course.

I realized that the month I was away doing nothing that I can really sum up, I wasted exactly that. A month. Come to think of it. It would appear I have wasted a heck lot more time than that. So I plan to not cry over the spilt or split milk, but to engross myself with tasks that will keep my head busy and prevent me from relapsing into the thought process I so detest.