Tuesday, April 27, 2010

CHANGE


It can be good and it can be bad, or it can be indifferent. Sometimes it's really great, like a great opportunity, or something that's really needed to happen. Indifferent, feels like it could have happened or not, but either way the thing is, is that nothing really happened because of it. But bad...it doesn't always mean it goes along with the negative connotation of the word bad. It could just mean that it brings out sad emotions or emotions that upset you rather than overjoy you. it's not necessarily a "BAD" change...just something more people probably wished didn't have to happen, or wish hadn't happened. Sometimes people change who they are and it seems like a great thing so you're really happy but somewhere along the way they lose who they used to be to you. That's when it's sad, because in their great change, you're the one who lost, and there's not a damn thing you can or even would do about it, because you realize even though you lost a little, they and other people gained a lot. That's irreplaceable. Someone who would give up everything they knew and loved about you, or what seems like everything, for the benefit of you and the other people you associate yourself with currently and for the millions of people you will in the future. Those people....they're the people to be, because eventually they will meet someone who they will reap the benefits of because someone loved someone enough to do what they did for someone else. Those people are so lucky, and most of the time they never even know that their friend wasn't some cruel person...they just loved them enough to let them grow.

yes


Oh
I'm a wandering soul
I'm still walking the line that leads me home
alone
All I know
I still got mountain to climb
on my own
on my own

Do you love me enough to let me go?
to let me follow through
to let me fall for you
Do you love me enough to let me go?

Back from the dead of winter
back from the dead and all our leaves are dry
you’re so beautiful, tonight

back from the dead we went through
back from the dead and both our tongues are tied
you look beautiful tonight

but every seed dies before it grows

breathe it in
and let it go
every breath you take is not your to own
it's not your to hold
Do you love me enough to let me go?
-switchfoot