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Your Life is Now
A John Mellencamp song
See the moon roll across the stars
See the seasons turn like a heart
Your father's days are lost to you
This is your time here to do what you will do
Your life is now your life is now your life is now
In this undiscovered moment
Lift your head up above the crowd
We could shake this world
If you would only show us how
Your life is now
Would you teach your children to tell the truth
Would you take the high road if you could choose
Do you believe you're a victim of a great compromise
'Cause I believe you could change your mind and change our lives
Would you teach your children to tell the truth
This is your time here to do what you will do
See the moon roll across the stars
See the seasons turn like a heart
Your father's days are lost to you
This is your time here to do what you will do
Your life is now your life is now your life is now
In this undiscovered moment
Lift your head up above the crowd
We could shake this world
If you would only show us how
Your life is now
Would you teach your children to tell the truth
Would you take the high road if you could choose
Do you believe you're a victim of a great compromise
'Cause I believe you could change your mind and change our lives
Would you teach your children to tell the truth
This is your time here to do what you will do
Owwwwwee.
That's what poured into my heart yesterday. Liquid owwwweeee.
Leaving holidays means leaving behind days that are full of the kind of free time that flirts with friends, family, strangers, nature, daydreams, and my soul... time that makes me feel like I am already in Heaven.
My heart really ached pretty much all day yesterday. In the evening, I got to pour out the liquid owwwweee with my friend, Seneca, in a rather short, yet significant, conversation. It was good of him to do that with me, and I could tell that he knew what I was talking about.
It's amazing how much good it does to talk to a friend about whatever is hurting.
Leaving holidays means leaving behind days that are full of the kind of free time that flirts with friends, family, strangers, nature, daydreams, and my soul... time that makes me feel like I am already in Heaven.
My heart really ached pretty much all day yesterday. In the evening, I got to pour out the liquid owwwweee with my friend, Seneca, in a rather short, yet significant, conversation. It was good of him to do that with me, and I could tell that he knew what I was talking about.
It's amazing how much good it does to talk to a friend about whatever is hurting.


