This is hard for me to see
You with your back to me
I cast a remedy
and heal your eyes.
This is near the end of us
We’ve nearly bit the dust
The counter’s floating over us
Will we survive?
from “I Like Final Fantasy” by PDF Format
Sometimes you’re asleep I whisper “I Love You.” in the moonlight at your door
As I walk away, I hear you say, “Daddy I Love You More.”
from “My Little Girl” by Tim McGraw
I’d take you where nobody knows you
And nobody gives a damn
said nobody knows you
and nobody gives a damn
from “I’ll Believe in Anything” by Wolf Parade
I’m sure by now everyone has heard the essay from Mary Schmich entitled “Advice, like youth, probably just wasted on the young”. Most have heard it from the lyrics to the popular “Everybody’s Free (To Wear Sunscreen)” song by Baz Luhrmann. Anyway I go back to listen to it from time to time and it seems that each time I listen to it, more and more of it hits close to home. I become more familiar with what Mary is talking about.
This time around, the part that resonates with me the most is “But trust me, in 20 years, you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.”
I’m not saying I’ve gained an enormous amount of weight or anything (I’ve probably lost weight actually). It’s just that there are possibilities that I realize I no longer have. As I have become older, I realize how true it is that when I was younger, there was truly an infinite amount of possibility before me. It seems that every door was open. Now I look at myself and realize that my path is becoming narrower and narrower. As the years have passed and I have chosen specific doors to open, in turn other doors have closed. It almost seems that for every path I take, two other paths get grown over with weeds. Is it a bad thing? I’m actually not sure yet. What I am sure about is that the answer will reveal itself as time passes whether I want it to or not.
If there’s no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I will follow you into the dark
from “I Will Follow You Into the Dark” by Death Cab for Cutie
Seasons don’t fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain
from “(Don’t Fear) The Reaper” by Blue Oyster Cult