Our Lives
Remember that crushing pain? Yeah, it's almost gone. Not quite, but almost. I don't know if it will ever be completely gone. It may just be something I have to deal with having. But I guess it depends on future events. The pain is fading, though. I suppose that is a good thing.
So I kind of told off my parents this morning. Well, I shouldn't say that, I didn't really tell them off. My father sent me an email asking me questions about if I had learned from my experiences, basically being a jerk and asking me if I think I had grown up any since I've been gone, because they don't think I have. Then he said something that neither of my parents have ever asked me....he asked my opinion. So I told him. I went on in that email for about three paragraphs about how I believe that I HAVE grown up since I've been here. About how some of the things I have experienced here they can claim to understand, but never really will. Then I told them that I don't have to tell them everything about my life, some things are just my business, and they are going to have to accept that. And just because I don't tell them some things, doesn't mean I'm trying to keep things from them, or lie to them in any way. It just means that they're my business, and if I feel the need to tell them anything, I will. I wasn't meaning to disrespect them by any means. He asked my opinion for once, and it was time they heard it. Kind of a liberating feeling, actually. I am anxious to see what his reply is to that, though.
You know what? I really love music. Seriously. Some songs I just listen to, and the lyrics just mean so much to me at that exact moment that it's unreal. If I would have listened to that song at any other time, it probably would mean absolutely nothing to me. Music can make you wonder, hope, cry, laugh, believe, love, and a million other things. That's what's so addicting about it. It can provoke so many feelings in such a short amount of time. And with that, I will leave you with some of my favorite lyrics from a song they played at my high school graduation....the song was quite a bit overplayed in Italy, but the lyrics still rock.
Is it love tonight
When everyone's dreaming
Of a better life
In this world
Divided by fear
We've gotta believe that
There's a reason we're here
Yeah, there's a reason we're here
Cause these are the days worth living
These are the years we're given
And these are the moments
These are the times
Let's make the best out of our lives
See the truth all around
Our faith can be broken
And our hands can be bound
But open our hearts and fill up the emptiness
With nothing to stop us
Is it not worth the risk?
Yeah, is it not worth the risk?
Cause these are the days worth living
These are the years we're given
And these are the moments
These are the times
Let's make the best out of our lives
Even if hope was shattered
I know it wouldn't matter
Cause these are the moments
These are the times
Let's make the best out of our lives
We can't go on
Thinking it's wrong
To speak our minds
I've gotta let out what's inside
Is it love tonight
When everyone's dreaming
Can we get it right?
Yeah, well can we get it right?
So I kind of told off my parents this morning. Well, I shouldn't say that, I didn't really tell them off. My father sent me an email asking me questions about if I had learned from my experiences, basically being a jerk and asking me if I think I had grown up any since I've been gone, because they don't think I have. Then he said something that neither of my parents have ever asked me....he asked my opinion. So I told him. I went on in that email for about three paragraphs about how I believe that I HAVE grown up since I've been here. About how some of the things I have experienced here they can claim to understand, but never really will. Then I told them that I don't have to tell them everything about my life, some things are just my business, and they are going to have to accept that. And just because I don't tell them some things, doesn't mean I'm trying to keep things from them, or lie to them in any way. It just means that they're my business, and if I feel the need to tell them anything, I will. I wasn't meaning to disrespect them by any means. He asked my opinion for once, and it was time they heard it. Kind of a liberating feeling, actually. I am anxious to see what his reply is to that, though.
You know what? I really love music. Seriously. Some songs I just listen to, and the lyrics just mean so much to me at that exact moment that it's unreal. If I would have listened to that song at any other time, it probably would mean absolutely nothing to me. Music can make you wonder, hope, cry, laugh, believe, love, and a million other things. That's what's so addicting about it. It can provoke so many feelings in such a short amount of time. And with that, I will leave you with some of my favorite lyrics from a song they played at my high school graduation....the song was quite a bit overplayed in Italy, but the lyrics still rock.
Is it love tonight
When everyone's dreaming
Of a better life
In this world
Divided by fear
We've gotta believe that
There's a reason we're here
Yeah, there's a reason we're here
Cause these are the days worth living
These are the years we're given
And these are the moments
These are the times
Let's make the best out of our lives
See the truth all around
Our faith can be broken
And our hands can be bound
But open our hearts and fill up the emptiness
With nothing to stop us
Is it not worth the risk?
Yeah, is it not worth the risk?
Cause these are the days worth living
These are the years we're given
And these are the moments
These are the times
Let's make the best out of our lives
Even if hope was shattered
I know it wouldn't matter
Cause these are the moments
These are the times
Let's make the best out of our lives
We can't go on
Thinking it's wrong
To speak our minds
I've gotta let out what's inside
Is it love tonight
When everyone's dreaming
Can we get it right?
Yeah, well can we get it right?
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