I started reading The Little Prince, again.
It's one of those stories that never seems to get old.
I really should be doing my homework and writing papers due next week... but sometimes I just can't keep grinding out the work. There comes a point each term where I'm not really taking things in anymore. I'm just doing things because they need to be done. It's just the way we do things, sometimes. I hate to admit it, but it's the truth.
Each year the pressure seems to build a little more, and it seems as if more is expected of me and the work I do...and then the work load becomes ever heavier and harder. And then I can't seem to keep tabs on my social life. And then I forget to live because I do the grown up thing, so eloquently pointed out by the little prince, and so unfortunately repeated by me: I focus on the statistics rather than the things that truly matter. The numbers become more important than the things and people they represent. The classes become a scramble for the 4.0... and the work becomes a mindless aim to target exactly what it is that my professors want to see. Reading a novel for essay points is something I never thought I would do...and never realized I was doing (until now).
So tonight, I am taking the night off. Yes, I mean it--I am not doing my homework. Instead I am listening to music I love and reading The Little Prince, who is reminding me that companions and sheep are everything. Success will come when I'm reading the novel for meaning rather than for an essay.
I want to grow up and enjoy my life as it goes on, but not the way I have been lately. I want to relish in my mistakes rather than compartmentalize them. I would rather feel pain and disappointment than the apathy I've let creep in. I don't want to wake up and realize that I don't see and feel things the way I did as a kid.
Summer camp will keep me young all summer long, but I've got to learn to keep it all year round.
Obwohl ich verbrochen wurde, versammle ich mich wieder.
Nacht, Leute.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
A Comet Appears
Song for the day:
A Comet Appears by The Shins.
This song was stuck on repeat today. And by stuck, I mean I put it on repeat after actually listening for the first time. Sometimes it takes the right moment to listen to a song and really hear it...
This one is completely mesmorizing. The lyrics are intelligent--puns and references to culture and intellectuals such as Nietzsche (ubermen=uebermensch)... The refrain is haunting and lovely at the same time, and the chords and instruments used are interesting each time through the song.
A Comet Appears lyrics
One hand on this wily comet,
Take a drink just to give me some weight,
Some uber-man I'd make,
I'm barely a vapor
They shone a chlorine light on,
A host of individual sins,
Let's carve my aging face off,
Fetch us a knife,
Start with my eyes,
Down so the lines,
Form a grimacing smile,
Close your eyes corral a virtue,
Is this fooling anyone else?
Never worked so long and hard,
To cement a failure,
We can blow on our thumbs and posture,
But the lonely are such delicate things,
The wind from a wasp could blow them,
Into the sea,
With stones on their feet,
Lost to the light and the loving we need,
Still to come,
The worst part and you know it,
There is a numbness,
In your heart and it's growing,
With burnt sage and a forest of bygones,
I click my heels,
Get the devils in line,
A list of things I could lay the blame on,
Might give me a way out,
But with each turn,
It's this front and center,
Like a dart stuck square in your eye,
Every post you can hitch your faith on,
Is a pie in the sky,
Chock full of lies,
A tool we devise,
To make sinking stones fly,
And still to come,
The worst part and you know it,
There is a numbness,
In your heart and it's growing.
One good song can remind us that music has the ability to transcend the normal scope of human emotions and interactions. And sometimes it's the hundreth time we hear a song before we really hear it. I will never believe that there's such a thing as "just a song." This one is worth another listen, if you ask me.
A Comet Appears by The Shins.
This song was stuck on repeat today. And by stuck, I mean I put it on repeat after actually listening for the first time. Sometimes it takes the right moment to listen to a song and really hear it...
This one is completely mesmorizing. The lyrics are intelligent--puns and references to culture and intellectuals such as Nietzsche (ubermen=uebermensch)... The refrain is haunting and lovely at the same time, and the chords and instruments used are interesting each time through the song.
A Comet Appears lyrics
One hand on this wily comet,
Take a drink just to give me some weight,
Some uber-man I'd make,
I'm barely a vapor
They shone a chlorine light on,
A host of individual sins,
Let's carve my aging face off,
Fetch us a knife,
Start with my eyes,
Down so the lines,
Form a grimacing smile,
Close your eyes corral a virtue,
Is this fooling anyone else?
Never worked so long and hard,
To cement a failure,
We can blow on our thumbs and posture,
But the lonely are such delicate things,
The wind from a wasp could blow them,
Into the sea,
With stones on their feet,
Lost to the light and the loving we need,
Still to come,
The worst part and you know it,
There is a numbness,
In your heart and it's growing,
With burnt sage and a forest of bygones,
I click my heels,
Get the devils in line,
A list of things I could lay the blame on,
Might give me a way out,
But with each turn,
It's this front and center,
Like a dart stuck square in your eye,
Every post you can hitch your faith on,
Is a pie in the sky,
Chock full of lies,
A tool we devise,
To make sinking stones fly,
And still to come,
The worst part and you know it,
There is a numbness,
In your heart and it's growing.
One good song can remind us that music has the ability to transcend the normal scope of human emotions and interactions. And sometimes it's the hundreth time we hear a song before we really hear it. I will never believe that there's such a thing as "just a song." This one is worth another listen, if you ask me.
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