Sunglasses needed.
All good things have a cost. Nothing's for free. Today's happiness is on the shoulder's of yesterday's pain. We struggle don't we? We grasp onto things that are finally here, finally in our grasp. Our stranglehold can wring all the juicy goodness out of a day.
As we wrangle out the good and shelve the bad, as we blink back and squint to make certain things seem to far away to recall, today is tugging on our shirts and pulling us forward.
Keeping a hazy memory and a foggy recollection, the bright spots shine through and suddenly all of the yesterdays are smiling at us. Waving from a far away train, pulling away and saying goodbye.
I shade my eyes from the white heat of tomorrow, taking life one moment at a glimpse. I hope for the best and plan for the worst as they say. Never believed in that before. Never waited for the other side to come collapsing down. I was a hopeful romantic, always seeing the lining and it's silvery hue.
Life happens my friends. It happens when your two year old is happily slurping up spaghetti noodles with your sister. It happens when your dog learns a new trick and your dad is up to old ones (keep your foot up dad, for the love of God!). It happens when you're not there to see your kids learn every new word, learn that blue and yellow make green.
Yesterdays pain. Maybe we never really get better. Maybe we just make room for it and keep trudging on. Maybe it just sort of hangs out in the shadow of today's happiness, waiting for it to have an eclipse occasionally?
I gotta lay off the indie chick rock.
As we wrangle out the good and shelve the bad, as we blink back and squint to make certain things seem to far away to recall, today is tugging on our shirts and pulling us forward.
Keeping a hazy memory and a foggy recollection, the bright spots shine through and suddenly all of the yesterdays are smiling at us. Waving from a far away train, pulling away and saying goodbye.
I shade my eyes from the white heat of tomorrow, taking life one moment at a glimpse. I hope for the best and plan for the worst as they say. Never believed in that before. Never waited for the other side to come collapsing down. I was a hopeful romantic, always seeing the lining and it's silvery hue.
Life happens my friends. It happens when your two year old is happily slurping up spaghetti noodles with your sister. It happens when your dog learns a new trick and your dad is up to old ones (keep your foot up dad, for the love of God!). It happens when you're not there to see your kids learn every new word, learn that blue and yellow make green.
Yesterdays pain. Maybe we never really get better. Maybe we just make room for it and keep trudging on. Maybe it just sort of hangs out in the shadow of today's happiness, waiting for it to have an eclipse occasionally?
I gotta lay off the indie chick rock.
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