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Thursday, October 06, 2005

Live Like Forrest

One of the enduring movielines of our time goes, "Life is like a box of chocolates; you'll never know what you're gonna get."

While probability can now be computed based on withstanding data, there is no proven equation to determine predictability. Everything is probable but nothing is predictable per se. Everything that can happen may happen and, God forbid, will happen. A minute, an hour, a day, a week or a month from now, something is bound to occur that shall have little or extensive effect on the future - not just yours but to everyone else, even to people you never knew existed.

It is common knowledge that millions fall ill everyday. Thousands are admitted to hospitals on a daily basis. A percentage of those thousands suffer from malignant, incurable, rare or even undiagnosed diseases. We know this, but we are indifferent nonetheless because it seems surreal to us. It seems the probability of us or anyone close to us to be a part of these statistics is very low. Nothing is as it seems. The unexpected will fire through regardless if we are wearing our vests or not.

The unexpected takes us aback. It makes us take a moment and breathe. It makes us ponder over our own lives, at the expense of one's that may be at the brink of being lost. It reminds us that no matter who we are, where we are and what we have, we are not exemption to the unpleasant elements of existence. We are all crawling worms at the mercy of a higher complex being.

We come to realize that no problem is too intolerable, no person is too powerful and no achievement is too great. We are driven to not just see but to look, not just hear but listen, not just smell but savor, not just taste but relish, not just touch but feel, not just know but care... to not just be alive but to LIVE. We return to the innocence of our youth, untainted of the extravagance the modern world necessitized.

Why does it have to take a hideous circumstance to remind us of the splendor of life?


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sleeps with butterflies ~ tori amos



Airplanes take you away again
Are you flying
Above where we live?
Then I look up a glare in my eyes
Are you having regrets about last night?
I'm not but I like rivers that rush in
So then I dove in
Is there trouble ahead
For you the acrobat?
I won't push you unless you have a net


You say the word
You know I will find you
Or if you need some time
I don't mind
I don't hold on
To the tail of your kite
I'm not like the girls that you've known
But I believe I'm worth coming home to
Kiss away night
This girl only sleeps with butterflies
With butterflies
So go on and fly then boy


Balloons
Look good from on the ground
I fear with pins and needles around
We may fall then stumble
Upon a carousel
It could take us anywhere

You say the word
You know I will find you
Or if you need some time
I don't mind
I don't hold on
To the tail of your kite
I'm not like the girls that you've known
But I believe I'm worth coming home to
Kiss away night
This girl, this girl

You say the word
You know I will find you
Or if you need some time
I don't mind
I don't hold on
To the tail of your kite
I'm not like the girls that you've known
But I believe I'm worth coming home to
Kiss away night
This girl only sleeps with butterflies
With butterflies
With butterflies
So go on and fly boy


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