How strange is it to be anything at all

19. Gino. Sydney.

Why do we need/want/have Facebook assisting us into broadcasting what we feel, think, or do?

Maybe the lyrics I write don’t have to be about tears, or the ocean, or being trapped, or cigarettes, or death, or hating life, or being sad.

Maybe it can be about nostalgia, or good times, or family, or how friends are there for you, or relaxing, or fond memories, and delicious food.

“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”

– Hunter S. Thompson

“The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, than education, than money, than circumstances, than failures, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company…a church….a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice every day regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past…we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude…I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I react to it. And so it is with you…we are in charge of our attitudes.”

– Charles Swindoll

I never said ‘I Love You’, the way Alex told Alexa.

Nor had the duet I promised on the day when we sung

those lyrics that now taste bitter-sweet on my tongue.

I’m grasping onto light, trying to hold on

knowing full well Physics doesn’t work that way.

I wish there was screaming

I wish there was crying

I wish there was laughing

I wish there was singing