Friday, 9 June 2017
Brand New...
I am happy to announce that you can now check me out on Facebook! Just search for Ramblings of a Mad Hatter! I look forward to seeing you there!
I'm Sorry
I'm sorry that I'm not thin enough,
I wouldn't even say I'm pretty as such,
I'm just a mess and not even tall,
In fact there's no beauty to see at all...
I'm sorry for all the times that I'd cry,
And you'd do nothing but try,
To make me laugh or even smile,
If only for a little while...
I'm sorry that I'm not very smart,
And that I take everything to heart,
I'm just a very sensitive soul,
With plenty of failures but not a goal...
I'm sorry for all the hurtful things I've done,
And simply for not being much fun,
The voices I hear have helped me to see,
The truth that the problem is me...
I'm sorry that it has come to this,
But my whole life I've felt something has been amiss,
You'll agree that it is for the best,
At least in the end, like all the rest...
I'm sorry but the pain is just too much,
You see I'm just not strong enough,
I'm sorry but I know you'll see,
I just need to be free...
I'm sorry my amazing friends,
I just cannot continue to pretend,
That all is fine and all is good,
The way I know that I should...
I'm sorry to my beautiful Mother,
That I have chosen this path and not another,
I hope you understand in time,
That the blame is entirely mine...
I'm sorry to everyone that I love,
And even to those who couldn't give a stuff,
But what else could I do?
When I'm so alone and without a clue...
I wouldn't even say I'm pretty as such,
I'm just a mess and not even tall,
In fact there's no beauty to see at all...
I'm sorry for all the times that I'd cry,
And you'd do nothing but try,
To make me laugh or even smile,
If only for a little while...
I'm sorry that I'm not very smart,
And that I take everything to heart,
I'm just a very sensitive soul,
With plenty of failures but not a goal...
I'm sorry for all the hurtful things I've done,
And simply for not being much fun,
The voices I hear have helped me to see,
The truth that the problem is me...
I'm sorry that it has come to this,
But my whole life I've felt something has been amiss,
You'll agree that it is for the best,
At least in the end, like all the rest...
I'm sorry but the pain is just too much,
You see I'm just not strong enough,
I'm sorry but I know you'll see,
I just need to be free...
I'm sorry my amazing friends,
I just cannot continue to pretend,
That all is fine and all is good,
The way I know that I should...
I'm sorry to my beautiful Mother,
That I have chosen this path and not another,
I hope you understand in time,
That the blame is entirely mine...
I'm sorry to everyone that I love,
And even to those who couldn't give a stuff,
But what else could I do?
When I'm so alone and without a clue...
Tuesday, 9 May 2017
Life...
Life is a rollercoaster.
Life is like a box of chocolates.
Life is a bitch and then you die.
Life is what you make it.
When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.
There are so many different quotes you can use to describe this existence we call life.
When you're a child, no one can tell you what your life is going to be like. The challenges you will face. The loves you will find. The heartbreaks you will endure. The friends you will make along the way. The enemies who turn up in the unlikeliest of places. The eventual pain you will feel.
Everyone always says life is short so you have to live every day as if it's your last. That the pain and challenges you face are what make you stronger. That life is what you ultimately make of it. That you choose the direction in which your life goes.
But what if that's not true? What if all the challenges and pain and heartbreak, the love and happiness and achievements are merely preparing you for the next one?
I'm not a religious person; honestly I have no idea if there is a higher being watching us all. I believe in several aspects from several religions.
I do, however, believe we live several lives and that once we die; we are reborn as a different person. I have no evidence to support this but let's face it - between living another life or rotting in the ground, I'd rather believe in the former.
Of course we are very unlikely to ever know what lies beyond death. Maybe we do just rot in the ground. Maybe we are reborn and our actions in this life affect our next one. Maybe we don't die but get abducted by little green men. I have no idea.
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