Tuesday, September 29, 2009

all i wanted

When you look at it, we really only want simple things. We want someone to hold, someone to turn to, someone who understands us. Too often we complicate life and make mountains out of molehills. We could learn a lot of we just sat and watched a child for a few hours. They know what they want and they don't complicate it with over-analysis or second guesses.
I could follow you to the beginning
Just to relive the start
Maybe then we'd remember to slow down
At all of our favorite parts.
If we look back at all that we've experienced in life, there are always good things. We learn from everything and in the end, we get what we want. It might not be exactly how we envisioned, but we get what we put in. Take some time to sit back, remember those times, and simplify. Remember the simple things. Remember how it feels to just smile for no apparent reason, or to go frolic in the rain. Remember what it feels like to let your heart be open and not guarded. Remember your favorite parts.

Friday, September 4, 2009

do you feel

a lot of the time we live our lives only for ourselves. We get so caught up in our own things that we don't see all that is going on in the world around us. Life isn't easy for anyone, everyone has problems and trials. Every time we feel alone and hopeless, there is someone feeling that exact same way somewhere else in this world. It's easy to get caught up in our problems and not see how very minuscule they are in comparison to all that happens around us. We can do so much to change that though, it's not that hard to go past ourselves and make a difference. Smile at people on the street, do something for your roommates or family, volunteer wherever you can. Forget about yourself for one minute and look around to see how much needs to change in our world. We can make a difference, no matter how small we think it may be.
Do you feel
the weight of the world singin' sorrow
or to you is it just not real
cause you got your own things
and we all have our things, I guess