Saturday, June 21, 2008

The Quest

’m leaving tonight
Going somewhere deep inside
my mind I close my eyes
slowly Flowin’ away
slowly But I know
I’ll be alright
It’s coming stronger to me
And I know someone is out there
Show me the answers
I need to know

What I’m gonna live for
What I’m gonna die for
Who you gonna fight for
I can’t answer that

All my life/love it is
It is all my love
All my life/love it is
I know it is a life to live lately
From above I hear
I hear the sound of them sinkin’
I feel numb, I’m alive
I know I’m getting closer

My life has had it’s share of troubles
And now I found a place to go
I’ve said goodbye to all my troubles
’cause now I’ve found my place to go

What I’m gonna live for
What I’m gonna die for
Who you gonna fight for
I can’t answer that

Kung Fu Fighting

There's this thing about being a writer of some sort... maybe it's pride or maybe it's just about being tough...but a true writer never admits they need help unless absolutely necessary. Writers don't need to ask for help 'cause they're tougher than that. Writers are cowboys rough around the edges, hard-core.

Least, that's what they want you to think.

Deep down, everyone wants to believe they can be hard-core. But being hard-core isn't just about being tough. It's about acceptance.

Sometimes you have to give yourself permission to not be hard-core for once. You don't have to be tough every minute of every day. It's okay to let down your guard. In fact, there are moments when it's perhaps the best thing you could possibly do.