As luck would have it this song came over my Spotify today and I have to admit in my youth I never caught the religious tones in the lyrics here.
“My pain is self-chosen,
at least so the prophet says
I could either burn,
or cut off my pride and buy some time.”
I’ve been drinking, as usual, and thought to post this somewhere more … public, for all the good it would do. I opted to come here instead and let it out, a smaller audience, if any.
Nothing would come of it there, no one would read or hear or understand.
It’s not that I think I’m a unique and special snowflake, I just feel more mired in what I am than others. They feel it the same as I do, they know what it is. I just lack the ability to let myself go into the script of how things should be.
I could of been married a half dozen different times, could of had who knows how many children. By some twist of luck or fate I ended up here, a few drinks in, enjoying music (arguably one of the only things we humans really have to offer as a species) thinking to myself how lucky I am that I didn’t end up just another pedestrian in humanity.
What I feel is not unique, I know there are many others who feel it in all walks of life. Reality isn’t real, and it’s never going to be.
Cheers my friends, I hope you have some good music to take you to where you’re going.
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