Where does it come from—this quest, this need to solve life's mysteries when the simplest of questions can never be answered? Why are we here? What is the soul? Why do we dream? Perhaps we'd be better off not looking at all. Not delving, not yearning. But that's not human nature. Not the human heart. That is not why we are here.
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We're hostages of our own lives. Held at gunpoint, against our free will. Some may contend, all of the time. Our actions, our every movement; directed by forces impossible to comprehend, for a cause beyond our control. Yet in this very situation, in this very circumstance, people act differently. Different in the choices they choose execute, paths they take to follow, eventual results obtained.
Some, choose the easy way out. To which they claim is the solution to all worries. Well, truth be told, one could not be denied the logic should one opt to end a life, that all ensuing problems be removed -- but at what expense? Your very existence, the impact to those very close, and at some extent, the people around. Not to mention everything and anything that you're gifted with, and the possible greatness laid out for you, waiting for you to achieve. All ended at that very moment, snuffed out at that very instant one chooses 'out'. The bucket, off the building, a speeding car, anything. Anyway 'out'.
Some however, choose the hard way. To fight on. To climb out of the quicksand pit, free themselves of the quagmire, unchain themselves from their worries. They do it, at times not alone, but with the help of others.
You my friend, I believe, do not deserve such. Yes, undeniably everyone has their problems. Everyone has their worries. Myself included. And it is sadly only after a culmination of these problems, an aggregation of all our woes and worries that has ignited that very evil thought - 'out'. I believe problems eventually, can be solved. With sufficient help, with sufficient faith in your abilities. Of solving them, of facing your troubles bravely. If you would just stop to ponder, stop to observe, you'll see many, many, people willing to extend a helping hand, or a listening ear. Open to share your troubles with, walk this bumpy road out with you. If you'd only allow them in..
Things change, people change. And if we were not to let them go at times, we'd not only allow ourselves to sway and topple, but to be swept over by these very things we believed in initially. It is very hard, very, to let something close go. But it is not impossible. Wounds do, heal over time. Believe me on that. The rainbow still stands after the rain, the sun still shines, the Earth still goes on. Everything goes on, every ebb, every flow. So do we. Sometimes it is not 'whether we want to or not', but rather, 'we have to'. Such is life, we don't have a choice. But the very thing that defines us, is not how we give up easily. Be resilient in the face of every adversity. You can do it.
I believe that under that facade, under all that sorrow, there is hope.
That that there is someone there, willing to accept the help that is around.
So please, drop that evil thought, and be who you are supposed to be, an individual of greatness. Cower not, but stand firm. We're always around to help. Remember that.
I know it's tiring to continue facing this. But I've hope in you, remember that. Where all else fails, you would at the very least, still have this friend here to rely on. Remember that. I can't possibly do everything, the least you know I'd to, is you hear you out. Anytime. So don't ever, ever give up.
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Probably you'll find some sense in this song, my friend. Have hope, 'cause not all is lost.
Meant to live - Switchfoot
Fumbling his confidence
And wond’ring why the world has passed him by
Hoping that he’s meant for more than arguments
And failed attempts to fly, fly
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live inside
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Dreaming about providence
And whether mice or men have second tries
Maybe we’ve been livin' with our eyes half open
Maybe we’re bent and broken, broken
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live inside
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
We want more than this world’s got to offer
We want more than this world’s got to offer
We want more than the wars of our fathers
And everything inside screams for second life
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live
We were meant to live
Some, choose the easy way out. To which they claim is the solution to all worries. Well, truth be told, one could not be denied the logic should one opt to end a life, that all ensuing problems be removed -- but at what expense? Your very existence, the impact to those very close, and at some extent, the people around. Not to mention everything and anything that you're gifted with, and the possible greatness laid out for you, waiting for you to achieve. All ended at that very moment, snuffed out at that very instant one chooses 'out'. The bucket, off the building, a speeding car, anything. Anyway 'out'.
Some however, choose the hard way. To fight on. To climb out of the quicksand pit, free themselves of the quagmire, unchain themselves from their worries. They do it, at times not alone, but with the help of others.
You my friend, I believe, do not deserve such. Yes, undeniably everyone has their problems. Everyone has their worries. Myself included. And it is sadly only after a culmination of these problems, an aggregation of all our woes and worries that has ignited that very evil thought - 'out'. I believe problems eventually, can be solved. With sufficient help, with sufficient faith in your abilities. Of solving them, of facing your troubles bravely. If you would just stop to ponder, stop to observe, you'll see many, many, people willing to extend a helping hand, or a listening ear. Open to share your troubles with, walk this bumpy road out with you. If you'd only allow them in..
Things change, people change. And if we were not to let them go at times, we'd not only allow ourselves to sway and topple, but to be swept over by these very things we believed in initially. It is very hard, very, to let something close go. But it is not impossible. Wounds do, heal over time. Believe me on that. The rainbow still stands after the rain, the sun still shines, the Earth still goes on. Everything goes on, every ebb, every flow. So do we. Sometimes it is not 'whether we want to or not', but rather, 'we have to'. Such is life, we don't have a choice. But the very thing that defines us, is not how we give up easily. Be resilient in the face of every adversity. You can do it.
I believe that under that facade, under all that sorrow, there is hope.
That that there is someone there, willing to accept the help that is around.
So please, drop that evil thought, and be who you are supposed to be, an individual of greatness. Cower not, but stand firm. We're always around to help. Remember that.
I know it's tiring to continue facing this. But I've hope in you, remember that. Where all else fails, you would at the very least, still have this friend here to rely on. Remember that. I can't possibly do everything, the least you know I'd to, is you hear you out. Anytime. So don't ever, ever give up.
---
Probably you'll find some sense in this song, my friend. Have hope, 'cause not all is lost.
Meant to live - Switchfoot
Fumbling his confidence
And wond’ring why the world has passed him by
Hoping that he’s meant for more than arguments
And failed attempts to fly, fly
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live inside
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Dreaming about providence
And whether mice or men have second tries
Maybe we’ve been livin' with our eyes half open
Maybe we’re bent and broken, broken
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live inside
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
We want more than this world’s got to offer
We want more than this world’s got to offer
We want more than the wars of our fathers
And everything inside screams for second life
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live
We were meant to live
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