That's life, that's what all the people say.
You're riding high in April, Shot down in May. But I know I'm gonna change that tune, When I'm back on top, back on top in June. I said that's life, and as funny as it may seem Some people get their kicks, Stompin' on a dream. But I don't let it, let it get me down, 'Cause this fine ol' world it keeps spinning around. I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, A poet, a pawn and a king. I've been up and down and over and out. And I know one thing: Each time I find myself, flat on my face, I pick myself up and get back in the race. That's life I tell ya, I can't deny it, I thought of quitting baby, But my heart just ain't gonna buy it. And if I didn't think it was worth one single try, I'd jump right on a big bird and then I'd fly
I'm beat. I crossed nine Bay Area county lines this weekend. It's fun to have family fly in to one air port and then fly out of another one the next day.(You're right if you detect a hint of sarcasm.) I guess it would have been worth while had it not been pouring rain because there's nothing greater than driving on 101 through the Golden Gate Bridge in 70 mph winds and pouring rain at 6 a.m. on a Sunday.
I've had a really tough week with the contemplation of life and other existential dilemmas. So, I don't know if it was driving in the rain early this morning, or the "This is what you should do with your life" conversations. I realize that I might not make the best choices in my life, but i don't think anyone has the right to tell me how to live my life. I'm open to suggestions and advice. Always. But I don't need someone telling me I'm not living my life right. I have some people in my family that get it. Others just want to add their two-cents. I know it means they care. At the same time it's incredibly exhausting.
This does a lot to the psyche.
But . . . I've learned that it's not about what other people think. Everyone always has something to say. And they all have their own agendas or motives for saying those things. I'm not one to give in to fatalistic views, even if i believe in destiny. If I listened to everyone and their two-cents I'd still be working two dead-end minimum wage jobs, throwing up my arms up in the air and muttering "that's life".
I've had a really tough week with the contemplation of life and other existential dilemmas. So, I don't know if it was driving in the rain early this morning, or the "This is what you should do with your life" conversations. I realize that I might not make the best choices in my life, but i don't think anyone has the right to tell me how to live my life. I'm open to suggestions and advice. Always. But I don't need someone telling me I'm not living my life right. I have some people in my family that get it. Others just want to add their two-cents. I know it means they care. At the same time it's incredibly exhausting.
This does a lot to the psyche.
But . . . I've learned that it's not about what other people think. Everyone always has something to say. And they all have their own agendas or motives for saying those things. I'm not one to give in to fatalistic views, even if i believe in destiny. If I listened to everyone and their two-cents I'd still be working two dead-end minimum wage jobs, throwing up my arms up in the air and muttering "that's life".
That's life
That's life and I can't deny it
Many times I thought of cutting out
But my heart won't buy it
But if there's nothing shakin' come this here july
I'm gonna roll myself up in a big ball and die
My, My
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