another week

my life seem to be denominated in weekly intervals. it's always about surviving the next week and finally getting to take a breath on friday, ableit a short-lived breath.

and even on fridays, the feeling of time wasting by choice or otherwise makes me feel guilty. i want to do so many things.

and sometimes i'm forced to make decisions that don't appeal to me the slightest, and sometimes it's just plain tough to have any belief in my own abilities.


the hopes and banes, seeing people succeed, seeing self fail. seeing the fight and struggle end up in them looking the other way. and then there are the few whose passion and desire transcends description, yet are being held back by indifferent attitudes of their peers. i can feel it seven thousand miles away,

hope. why hope. i guess that's the only thing i know how to do and can do.


Do you see the way that tree bends?
Does it inspire?
Leanin' out to catch the sun's ray
A lesson to be applied
Are you getting something out of this
All encompassing trip

You can spend your time alone
Redigesting past regrets, Oh
Or you can, come to terms and realize
You're the only one who cannot forgive yourself, Oh
Makes much more sense to live in the present tense

Have you ideas on how this life ends?
Checked your hands and studied the lines?
Have you the belief that the road ahead
Ascends off into the light?

Seems that needlessly it's gettin' harder
To find an approach and a way to live
Are we gettin' something out of this
All encompassing trip

You can spend your time alone
Redigesting past regrets, Oh
Or you can come to terms and realize
You're the only one who cannot forgive yourself, Oh
Ah, makes much more sense to live in the present tense


+listening to: present tense by pearl jam