Showing posts with label Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Life. Show all posts

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Let Me By Myself

3 Doors Down has always been one of my favorite bands. Their lyrics have always inexplicably paralleled my life, leaving me feeling reassured that someone else (or a group of someone else's) identifies with me and my feelings. Their latest hit Let Me Be Myself is the epitome of what I have been feeling lately.

I tried to kill the pain,
But nothing ever helps,
I left myself behind,
Somewhere along the way,
Hoping to come back around to find myself someday.

Their introductory verse hits me hard and center. I've had these weird feelings lately, whereas I'm usually so sure of myself; what I want, need and wish for, lately, I've been uneasy and insecure. I've felt lost and confused and unstable. Feelings I've NEVER truly felt for longer than a few hours. It rocked me a bit, and I'll be honest and say I'm not entirely sure I've re-stabilized.

This song really explains the words I haven't been able to convey. I've given up a large part of myself by living a life I didn't want, a life I threw myself into without thinking it through. I made friends with a lot of people I shouldn't have, wasted my time caring about people who didn't care about me. I did things I would never have done otherwise. I made my mistakes, they weakened me, the person I should have been. From then on, my life has been intensively harder for no apparent reason. My core was shaken, displaced and I was left in unknown territory, expected to make do. Thankfully I have made do.

That all seems fine and wondrous, so what's the problem? I constantly question whether my current life is only the best I can achieve because I messed up or is this the best of what I was meant to experience? I don't understand why, when and how I got here and whether this is where I should truly be. Did I leave myself behind, somewhere along the way, hoping to come around and find myself someday?

Friday, January 02, 2009

New Year's Resolutions

1. Take life as it is, let be and stop fighting the flow.
2. Actually put effort into school and become the A student I am.
3. Take advantage of my savings account.
4. Become a better version of myself - physically, mentally and emotionally.
5. Do something that matters.

As the New Year approached I took advantage of the notion that 2008 would be put to rest and 2009 would be something new, fresh and worthy of change. Despite poor reception and an inability to communicate via telephone I managed to have a conversation I've been meaning and needing to have with the one person whose conversations matter to me. In spite of a 5 hour time difference, an ocean, participation in a scrabble game and guests over I had a conversation I will never forget.

I made my point, well argued, well said, emotion counterbalanced with clarity, logic and reason without instigating a fight. Point made, taken and respected. Answered fully, to the point and positively. It went fantastically, I had a great feeling about 2009, and I was right.

We agreed that things could be smoother, that change was necessary and would be beneficial, most importantly, together it would be done. I've waited so long for that understanding, the mutual acceptance and responsibility to be allocated to both parties. It felt good. Really, truly great.

I have to stop feeling like an immovable object is meeting an unstoppable force, friendship runs deep and can't be quantified, measured or analyzed. It needs to be and this realization spurred my first new year's resolution. I need to take that stance in more aspects of my life.

My second resolution roots in the fact that I've gotten 2/3 marks back, with no intention of bragging (not that my marks are fabulous) I've received a B+ in Stats I and an A- in Social Psych. I'm basically averaging between a 77-84, which by all means are pretty decent university grades, however the odds are stacked against me and I must excel in order to succeed. Over 2000 students in psych, 300 of which will be accepted to the graduate program of which only FIFTEEN, yes 15, make it into the clinical psychology field. Pretty scary odds and I need to be one of them. So I've got to drop the bullshit, pick up a textbook and get going. So here's to being an A student, cause 85-90 shouldn't be the impossible.

My third resolution is quite self-explanatory, I'm a big spender. On what? no friggin clue. Anyways I have every intention of traveling this summer and that means I need to have some spending money, ironic, I know. In the interim I must make a conscious and strong effort to save as much as possible. I've had a savings account for a while now and I've never put it to good use. Here's the perfect opportunity.

My fourth resolution might as well be an entire blogpost of its own but for the sake of not beating a dead dog, its been quite obvious that my life has been rather BLAH lately. In hopes of spicing it up and enjoying the so-called "best years of my life" I will make an effort to improve me. Physically - I need to get into shape, round is not a good shape. Mentally - figure out my neuroses and a way to get past them. Emotionally - perhaps kindle a flame or at least deal with my roller coasters.

My fifth resolution will in fact be saved for a future blogpost because I am obviously still unsure of what I will do in the next 364 days that will constitute making a difference. But be sure that when I do something of great importance, it will be well-documented.

Here's to 2009 - May it be all that I've dreamed it could be.

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

New Year - New Philosophy

So as I'm preparing the condo to ring in the New Year with friends and family who happen to be nearby, I've decided that I won't analyze like I had previously decided to do. I'm just going to live life... take it as it comes, one day at a time, no slower or faster. I need to stop analyzing and thinking too much. Up until now, living in my head has been an up and down roller coaster not necessarily leaning towards for better or worse. Perhaps, life isn't meant to be figured out in one afternoon stroll on the beach.

So here's to the new year: may life come too fast, too slow, and at the right time. May it be filled with lots of learning experiences, great memories and much to reflect on.

This is the start of something good... I feel it.

Friday, December 26, 2008

I'm Sorry

So I keep putting the blog post off because I keep telling myself I'll get around to it.. Sadly though like everything else in my life, I can't seem to ever catch up.

For weeks I've been telling myself I'll catch up on tv, movies, family time, sleep, and my casual reading among many of my other favorite leisure activities during these few weeks of vacation, well I'm almost 1/3 of the way through and have yet to accomplish any 'catching up'.

I just feel like I let so many opportunities in my life slide by because I assume I'll be given the same opportunity later on at a more convenient time or that I'll be able to catch up with it later... Naturally, life is far more complex and has other plans that prevent me from making right on my assumptions. Maybe I truly am missing out on life's great moments...

That being said I won't be one of those catch-up people anymore life is too short and I need to live each day through. I can't keep thinking I'll live today sometime next week when I'm a little less busy. It kind of defeats the purpose of living in the moment, don't you agree??

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Monday, December 08, 2008

Textbook Life Lessons

"Unfortunately, life, unlike our clothing, does not come with labels attached, telling us what is going on and how we should respond." I mean really... why is my social psychology textbook so deep and giving me advice on life? How pathetic that I've actually gained some insight from a textbook.

So I've been in a bit of a funk lately, as I'm sure many of you have been made well aware... trying to put life in to perspective in the face of impending finals is no small feat, let me tell you. Anyhow, I've been doing my best to stay cheerful (hockey games, chocolate, more chocolate, lots of tv) and that tends to put a major crimp in the amount of homework that gets done and the number of chapters I get to knock off for my exams... Anyways, while finally sitting down and studying for SP, this quote made its way onto the page and into my readings... It took me off guard a little bit and distracted me from studying.

If only life was a little simpler or if only there was a handbook/guide that told me what to do in these types of situations. bah. Shitty mood. Joy.
Hopefully Florida in 2 weeks will return me to my former glory.
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Friday, November 28, 2008

Ask, Won't Tell. Don't Ask, Won't Say. I'll Be Fine When It's Over. Trust

The words to the feelings I have are inexpressible, ground up into the deepest tracks of my system, refusing to give up their sources. I sit alone, confused, in a deep, dark place of inexplicability, deeper, deeper, dug.

No desire to be six feet under, but even less will to be 5 foot 5 above. Goes on life, without me, unstoppable powers, time is weary, so am I. Make it stop, stop the clock.

Afraid to feel, even more of getting hurt. Cut off, only shoulders drenched with tears available, the only pain I feel. Others, only of others. Never of my own, a wounded heart brought to the brink and back. Fix me. Save me. Wake me.

Classes go by, a week or so gone, skipped. Lost. As am I. liquid surprises, nothing concrete. As always, busy, too busy. Save me. Please. Busy. Story of my life. Where’s everyone? Here. For you, not. Yes. No. sleep time. Please…?

Empty words. Filled with sarcasm. The pain builds, I’m in deeper. Love, it’s only love. Physicalities are impossible. See it, don’t you see. Want, so bad, unreal, it is. My hand, grab. Falling. Catch it. my head hurts, better. Kiss, yes. No. please. Fine.

Strings of words. Sense, of course, why?, none. Further, fall, further, deep. This is me. Save me please. 

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

I Am No Longer Bored (Unfortunately It's Too Temporary)

Somewhere along the lines I've lost the ability to have fun on my own... Now I know that sounds dirty in some uber soft porn kind of way but I'm talking about that boring life that has recently overpowered my will to be social..

In recent days; however, I've had nothing but fun with V back in town... Its like all the pieces of my life have finally fallen back into place and make sense again... I hate that my anchor is in Boston but I couldn't be more proud that dreams sometimes come true.

I guess what it all comes down to is that she's there and I'm here and somehow I need to get my life back together... I guess I've just been scared this whole time thinking that in moving on and making friends I'd lose her... But now I know better after everything we've been through and done together since my trip to Boston I'd have to be crazy to think that best friendship like ours could dissolve so easily...

Now if only I knew where to start.
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Thursday, November 20, 2008

The Rut I Call Home

So I've pretty much stopped posting about the relevant issues in my life and focused more on the irrelevant, I tend to do that when I get sick of focusing on myself so here is a sincere attempt to regain focus on the topics that the Psych Patient Profiles were supposed to be about. 

Lately I've been wondering what my life would be like if retrospect came first. I mean, what if we had the chance to see the consequences of our actions before we did anything? Would life be more enjoyable? less enjoyable? or any different? 

I guess I've been questioning a lot of the decisions I've made in my life:
drop a friend, pick a few friends up, drive around the city for no apparent reason, skip a class. eat an extra meal, sneak an extra snack, spend ridiculously, rat myself out, make impulsive decisions, start a fight, provoke a parent, piss off a sibling, watch too much tv, ignore my homework, put off sleep, you know... the usual. I guess I've been wondering if I've made the right decisions or if I've mostly made the wrong ones.

This all comes in light of receiving a higher credit line, spending more than I can afford and wanting to spend even more. Now I'm not working myself into a hole, because with an extra two weeks I'd be able to pay it all off, but what is it about money that makes all the lines get fuzzy, blurry and disappear like the sun sets over the hill? 

I've been hanging onto things I don't have... reaching for things I dont see but most of all wanting what I simply cant have... and it sucks. Bottom of the wallowing in self-pity pitt is not a cool place to hang out for long periods of time. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I've been super down lately. Happy to be by myself yet miserable at the same time, no desire to make plans, yet wanting to be out and doing something fun and exciting. I've resumed living in my rut, the most comforting place in the world.

In my rut, no one can hurt me, phase me, touch me, excite me, encourage me, convince me or betray me. I am on my own, so very alone. The comfort of it all is just too tempting sometimes. Yet there's always that big part of me that fights for it, when that tiny little part claws to get out more, see my friends, experience life and get hurt trying to have fun. 

Lately, I just dont have the energy, I dont have the passion for life or the determination to get from one day to the next. 

A class skipped is a few extra hours of sleep. An extra hour of TV is a postponed hour of work and thereby a postponed hour of sleep. I'm in a cycle I just cant break, I'm too comfortable here but scared I'll get stuck. After all, that's why it's called a rut. 

There's a reason why there's an expression about life in the fastlane that I don't know the words to... I wouldnt know what life in the fast lane is like, I'm happy to hang onto the shoulder of the road and never move forward. I'm not scared, I just dont like change. Change has just never worked in my favor. Ever.

So here's to embracing life, escaping my rut, taking chances, making mistakes, and forgetting about pre-retrospect options ever existing. Life should be worthwhile and I'm determined to make it so.

Monday, November 17, 2008

My One and Only

Cause nobody wants to be the last one there
Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares
Someone to love with my life in their hands
There's gotta be somebody for me like that
'Cause nobody wants to go it on their own
And everyone wants to know they're not alone
There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere
There's gotta be somebody for me out there.
- Nickelback - Gotta Be Somebody

Alright... so you're probably thinking this is going to be a boring post about how I wish I had a girlfriend or something, but you're  WRONG, muahaha epic fail for you.

Really... I've always believed the Canadian rock band Nickelback has seriously been underrated for years! I've loved them for a couple cds now and they never fail to come out with at least one decent top 40 chart song that I never get bored of. 

The powerful lyrics, packaged nicely with a strong rock beat that is soothing enough to impact everyone is what gets me each and every time. 

These lyrics, however, strike a rather atypical chord this time around (obviously they hit home, and HARD like a concrete wall, hard) but that's not what I'm talking about.

These lyrics remind me of my grandma, (for those who dont know, my only living grandparent and my maternal grandmother at that). Now for those of you who dont know Grandma Helen, as she is affectionately referred to in our family, she is by far the most sinister, cynical, negative, pessimistic, hilarious and sarcastic individual you have EVER met. This combination however makes her so undeniably lovable and hilarious that I often find myself in awe of how she hasn't been gunned down like Fitty. 


Honestly though, my grams has serious reason to be the way she is. Growing up on a successful farm in New Brunswick, can you say BOOORING? Her family moved to Montreal, where my great grandfather did something real estate related and was fairly successful. Along the lines she met my grandfather who had a successful job that apparently had no ceiling effect because he just kept cashing in. She then gave birth to 4 children, my aunt Carla who was a miserable child and hated everyone and everything unless it was ugly - she loved ugliness lol - go figure, she's supa classy now though, so it all worked out. My aunt Bernette Jane Krane - the ultimate spaz, how could she not be with a rhyming name? We call her Bonnie to make her feel better - or I call her Aunt B, for Aunt Bitch, can't stand the fucker. Then there's my mom, and my Uncle Steven, who if you don't know about Stevie then you haven't quite laughed hard enough to pee your pants. He is possibly the most ridiculous person you've EVER met. All about jokes and games, he happens to be a brilliant entrepreneur and company start-up, he's gotta crazy ADHD which is pretty much why he just does the start-up, follow through on anything but a joke, is not for him.

Anyways, that all sounds fine and dandy, which it is, except that my super successful grandfather died of Cancer about 23 years ago, leaving my grandmother utterly alone in this pretty depressing world... She obviously loved my grandfather very much cause she only dated one other person, who by the way had a heart attack during their date, and she then resolved to never dating ever, ever, ever again. And has stuck to that since. She's been alone for 23 years now.


Now my grandmother is a remarkable woman. She raised four children who love her to the ends of the world and back. She has 8 biological grandchildren, 1 step-grandchild, and 1 grandchildren-in law, 1 step-grandchild-in lawas well as 1 biological great grandchild and 1 step-great grandchild who all love her dearly and would do just about anything in the world for her.

When Aunt B divorced Husband #1, grandma took in her daughter, my cousin, Jennifer and raised her for 3 years. If that isn't love, I dont know what is.

My grandmother is a determined, stubborn and compassionate person. She volunteered at the Golden Age for nearly 15 years, golf was her passion until the back pain set in.

Everything my grandmother loves has been taken away from her except her children and their children and their children. Her husband, her love of golf, her love of sculpting, her love of volunteering, even her health (diabetic, lactose intolerant, high blood pressure, cataracts, arthritis, etc.) Yet, somehow, every day she wakes up and manages to get through life. Pessimism, cynicism, and negativity aside, my grandmother is amazing and I love her for every part of it. 

As hard as it would have been to accept, I sometimes wish that she had found someone to be by her side for the past 23 years of her life. It must have been awfully lonely for her and I'm pained each day when I think of how difficult life must be to wake up, live each day, and go to bed utterly alone.

It's heart warming to know that my grandmother loved my grandfather so much that she was willing to give up the better years of her life alone as a testament of her true love... it just breaks my heart knowing that she was probably miserable because of it.



I guess it explains why I've tried my absolute best to be there for her, to remind her how much she's loved and cherished by her family and to ensure that a day doesnt go by that she feels so alone. 

So thank you Nickelback for putting into words the way I feel for my grandmother, until now I've never been able to capture them so perfectly.

Friday, November 14, 2008

When Words Aren't Enough

It's sometimes too hard to fit the words all onto one line,
into one meaning, into one look, into one embrace.
It's sometimes too hard to say what you feel,
all in one way, all in one look, all in one frown.

But sometimes you find that one person, 
the one person who requires no words,
no expression of your feelings, no looks, no embraces.
Just knows you, and appreciates you for who you are.

That one person is worth hanging onto. No matter what,
no matter why, no matter when, always.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Thanks To All My People, You Know Who You Are!

Long car rides tend to get me thinking, 5 hours each way to Boston back and forth, was more than plenty of time for the mechanics in my brain to get the machines all fired up. A song I listened to tonight struck a chord inside:

I used to think that I could not go on
And life was nothing but an awful song
But now I know the meaning of true love
I'm leaning on the everlasting arms
See I was on the verge of breaking down
Some times silence can seem so loud
There are miracles in life I must achieve
But first I know it starts inside of me

For so many years, I felt alone, lost and confused. Friends seemed to come and go like my daily change of underwear, forcing me to constantly re-evaluate my ideals, my beliefs, my expectations. I always wondered if it was me, what did I do wrong? Was it some odd personality thing that pushed people away? What was it about me that was so friend-repulsant? That was all until I found friendship, in the most unlikely of people, in the most unlikely of places, under the most unlikely of circumstances. 

That's when I began to feel loved, to feel accepted, to feel wanted, to feel important, to feel like I mattered to someone, somewhere, in some place. There's really no feeling in the world, like feeling that you make a difference to someone, that by simply existing, you make someone's world a little brighter, a little more special, a little more worth living. And finally, I had found the people that did that for me. 

I was so set for so long on the idea that it was me who was at fault that I felt alone, so utterly alone, like a piercing silence that screams at you like a tornado slicing a house apart. A silence, so unbearably loud, that it yelled in your face with nasty breath every chance it could get. It was brutal and I'm honestly so glad to say it's been over since then, without a chance of returning. 

Now that I'm older, more confident in who I am, set in my ways and more sure than myself than is probably acceptable, I no longer worry about being alone in this world, I know that I can make new friends, try and improve on the old relationships and work hard to cultivate new ones. It's up to me to take a stand on my own life, not anyone else, that's a lesson I learned the hard way, but one that I'm nevertheless glad I learned in good time.

So here's a thank you to my friends, the one's who keep me sane, smiling and complete. You all know who you are.

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

18-25 is MY Demographic

As Zach Stanford's Associated Content points out the 18-25 demographic is the least likely to vote in any election. Zach attributes this to the mechanics of the election which basically states that voters must present themselves at stations in cities where they are registered, however this poses a major problem to college students who are away from home and for the most part comprise the demographic. 

There are probably dozens of other factors that keep my American counterparts away from the polling booths, however I'd like to draw to attention the fact that in this election, more than any other in history, MY demographic has made an astounding difference. 


Despite all the jokes that circulate about the laziness of my demographic, the media's constant pressure to vote and the teen movement that ensued certainly forced us to "Rock the Vote" in this election. Music videos, graphic design posters, all sorts of apparel, etc influenced the minds of all young adults across North America and encouraged MY demographic to stand up and vote for themselves. 

Finally the future's adults, the future's leaders and politicians, the future's handlers have some say in what's happening in the world. FINALLY, the young mind's of America have stood up and taken responsibility for the future. This is a powerfully historic moment, people and I truly feel like I'm a part of it because MY demographic is the one that took initiative. 

GO BARACK GO.

Am I Really Who I Thought I Was Not?

For years I've always prided myself on not being what my mother and the rest of society expected me to be as a female in this world: JAPPY. I rarely care about how I dress; opting for sweats and a hoody, never wear make up; rarely even lip gloss or chapstick, etc. Aside from my hair, which is just about my only observable appearance trait that I take care of, nothing else really matters to me. In addition, I've always claimed I wasn't a label whore, that I didnt purposely shop for brand names that supposedly boost my image.

Today however I was proved seriously wrong. For months (well really, years) I've purchased many pairs of pants that I should have shortened due to my vertical disorder.. however, as lazy as I am, I never made time to go to the tailor to have them reduced to my height. Today I did, after much pressure and an ultimatum from my mom.

So I went through my closet at warp speed, tried on every pair of pants I own to see if they needed to be "adjusted" to my height. Collected the TWELVE pairs that needed shortening and headed to Rockland Tailors ironically located in Cote St. Luc Shopping Centre. To my absolute HORROR, of the 12 pants, 6 were Juicy Couture, 3 were no names from Target, 1 was a pair of Rock and Republic jeans, 1  was a pair of Parasuco Jeans,  and 1 pair were Adidas sweatpants. 

Clearly I am a brand whore and I'm both sincerely ashamed and apologetic for lying to myself all these years. Of the 12 pairs of pants I've bought within the past 2 years that needed shortening, a whooping SEVENTY FIVE percent were labeled. 

Perhaps I'm the one who labeled myself incorrectly.

Monday, October 27, 2008

I Am The Music

Pink once sung "if God is a DJ, life is a dance floor, love is a river, you are the music" here is my attempt at proving it's true. I know at times I pretend I'm dumb as a doorknob, purposefully downplaying my intelligence just so that I could have a few moments of unobliterated mental silence, or better yet unfiltered, happy thoughts instead of the usual deafening loud, profound ones that sadden me during their course of scratching at my attention.

However, over the years I've discovered that there are healthy and often, easy ways of systematically shelving my most inner thoughts without the constant pain and aggravation of having a thought surgically seared into my brain to pick apart and agonize over for all of eternity. This so-called "systematic" plan is music or rather paralleling my life to lyrics that speak to me.

Now I know it's entirely clichéd to argue that "oh oh music has saved my life" even to the point that Much Music had a TV show entitled the very same cliché just a few short years ago to further downplay the possible importance of it all. But it's entirely true. I listen to the lyrics, let them scour the landscape of my inner fissures until they stumble upon a parallel experience, thought or fear in my life and instantaneously the song becomes powerful to me for it helps me deal with the issues that are bothering me most. Now this thought isn't a novel idea, and yes, it has surely crossed the minds of millions of other people. However, in context of my life; the issues I deal with, the experiences that integrate and fuse together to create me, are all deeply impacted each time I hear one of the songs that touches the most inner fibers of my being.

Allow me to demonstrate (please note that the following songs are in no systematic order, are from a series of different genres, impact me in several different ways, and are bound by the only tie that I listened to each of them today while studying for Statistics.)

  1. Alexisonfire – Accidents:
  2. Five for Fighting – Superman
  3. Joan Osborne – What if God Was One of Us
  4. Tracy Chapman – Fast Car
  5. LostProphets – Last Train Home

 

Alexisonfire is one of those screamo type bands that require you to take a bucket-full of Advil, Tylenol and Xanax prior to listening to their tunes. On most days, however, I can tolerate their screaming based upon my own general feelings of being just plain pissed off at the world, meanwhile Accidents, this one particular song happens to hit home in a number of ways.

I'm not sure what's worse:
The waiting or the waiting room
"You're next sir" becomes a cruel taunt to you
recycled air, the smell of sleep and disinfectant
Your god is a two door elevator.

Do they even cure you?
(Cut me open, drug me)
Or is it just to humor us before we die?
(Repair all my defects)
If Only we could heal ourselves.
We wouldn't need to be hooked up to these machines

Every verse or series of lyrics in "Accidents" speaks to me differently. For instance, the entire last verse reminds me of going to therapy. Not in a bad way. Just in the sense that I'm always left wondering if therapy is the only answer, does it even work (do they even cure you?), forcing me to be introspective (cut me open), drug me (find a solution, figure it all out, even the therapy itself acts like a drug). The line or is it just to humor us before we die causes me to question the effectiveness of therapy, is it a way of patching things up before I go off the deep end? Repair all my defects is clearly a request for the therapy to work, to make me whole, less confused, less damaged. (I guess I do in fact see myself as damaged once in a while). The line if only we could heal ourselves relates to the idea that I wish I could do it on my own, not need therapy, not need anyone else, or in fact just to be stable enough, period. Being hooked up to these machines is a link to being "hooked" or dependent on my therapy.

The first verse has always spoken to me on a more typically-human level. In the sense that it's a universal feeling: what's worse, waiting for the world to change or watching how it's not changing? The idea that at any point it could be us, "you're next sir" becomes a cruel taunt to you, exemplifies the notion that we are all equally likely of being targets of life's cruel circumstances. The line: "recycled air, the smell of sleep and disinfectant" further add to the idea that the world we live in is an imperfect place, recycled air – old ideas that haven't quite worked, the smell of sleep – the laziness of the human race, and disinfectant – our seemingly-useless life patches that have yet to fix anything but our self-esteem and egos. The line: "your god is a two door elevator" reminds me that all higher powers, or rather, anything in life can go two ways – up or down, bring us joy or bring us much pain and sadness and that's all we can rely on, look towards, the hope that whatever it is will turn out for the better and bring us upwards instead of downwards.


 

Five for Fighting is one of those rock-alternative bands that manages to put out a few good songs every half-decade that make it to the top of North American charts. Their song Superman is obviously a testament to the character of the show/comic book and the sentiments and letdowns that are obviously associated with being a single individual with the power to save the world.

I wish that I could cry 
fall upon my knees
find a way to lie 
about a home I'll never see
It may sound absurd
but don't be naïve
even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed
but won't you concede 
even heroes have the right to dream
and it's not easy to be me

I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naïve
Men weren't meant to ride 
with clouds between their knees

I'm only a man
in a phony red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me

I'd first like to start off by saying that this song reminds me of the leaders of today's world (sometimes even celebrities and "stars") that are constantly worshipped and expected to heal the world of all of its problems while constantly upholding the expectation that they are untarnishable and artificially-perfect.

The first lines make me believe that said individual wishes they could be out of the spotlight for a while, so they can be human – cry, feel down and discouraged while considering that the world they are expected to fix may never be a reality (find a way to lie about a home I'll never see). They continue by pointing out that we are ridiculous for believing that these people are impenetrable – that they don't feel discouraged, that they can't make mistakes or be wrong – heroes have the right to bleed and that it's sometimes inexplicably difficult to be in their shoes "it's not easy to be me". Furthermore that "heroes have the right to dream" – that sometimes what we expect of them is far from what they wish to be doing, that perhaps, they wish to be more like us, living lives without the daunting expectations that society heavily weighs upon their shoulders.

The following verse which states that this hero hates flying, he's not naïve enough to believe he, as a human, is supposed to be "flying" and that men shouldn't be expected to be riding/"flying" with clouds between their knees implies that these everyday people aren't necessarily meant to stand out, be heroes or fix the world of all its problems. Perhaps they shouldn't be "flying" but rather be everyday people, doing ordinary things and not be in the constant spotlight with heavy expectations. This person isn't naïve enough to believe that he can fix the entire world with a few great ideas. That he alone, is not expected to achieve the impossible (riding with clouds between his knees).

The next verse "I'm only a man in a phony red sheet looking for special things inside of me" implies he's an average person, who from the outside and other people's perspectives looks like an extraordinary person, when really, in fact, he is simply trying to keep up with our expectations by searching for special qualities within himself that we expect him to possess and exemplify.

This song has touched me most in recent years and in the past few days because it reminds me of how we expect our presidents, world leaders, favorite celebrities to change the world for us while we sit back and relax. Given today's economic crisis look at the amount of pressure we place on presidential candidates to fix the problems, and then we have the nerve to go and judge their proposals when we, ourselves, make zero effort to make any changes.


 

Joan Osborne is not a singer I often listen to, I guess for obvious reasons. However, her song What if God Was One of Us speaks to me on a universal level and wins me over every time I hear it.

If god had a name, what would it be? 
And would you call it to his face 
if you were faced with Him in all His glory? 
What would you ask if you had just one question?

What if god was one of us, 
just a slob like one of us, 
just a stranger on the bus trying to make his way home?

If God had a face, what would it look like? 
And would you want to see 
if seeing meant that you would have to believe 
in things like heaven and in Jesus and the saints 
and all the prophets?
 

Due to the nature of the song (the idea of God), this song speaks to me in so many different ways, primarily because I am SO unbelievably unsure about how I feel about god and the power he may possibly have over all of us.

I think so many of us are happy going through life without thinking about consequences, the afterlife, the potential influence we might have on the world while we're here and when we're gone. Furthermore, I think we are so conflicted, we believe that we are powerful yet powerless at the same time (we have the power to change the world, yet we're only one person and can one person really make all the difference?).

I think the idea that is presented in this song that is so interesting is that we ALL aren't sure how we think of god. Sure some of us believe he exists, while others scoff at the idea that there is guy pulling all the strings up there, or that miracles are created by some higher power… but in reality, none of us would know how to react in the face of his power, in front of him, or if we really understood the entire concept of a higher power, a god, an omniscient individual.

It's so easy to worship something, someone who isn't there, but is it just as easy when we know who he is, what he is truly capable of, what he looks like? What if he was one of us? What if he really was just another person, how would we even begin to treat the idea of a god then? Could we continue believing the way we did before? This notion, is so unbelievably powerful that it practically shook the core of my already unstable religious beliefs.

This also relates to my previous ideas about how we worship celebrities and today's heroes, expecting them to be people they may not realistically be, expecting them to do things we've assumed they are capable of doing when they may not be. We treat THEM like gods, but how would we treat god if he were like them? That is the fundamental question here and until I have an answer, I refuse to concede to a religious belief.


 

Tracy Chapman's "Fast Car" is practically a testament to the fact that life will never change. There will always be a monetary gap between the rich and the poor, that societies will never falter in their abilities to impoverish some while profiting the rest. Furthermore, Fast Car emphasizes the dreams and expectations each of us have and the ways in which we live up to them or spiral out of control.

You got a fast car, 
I wanna ticket to anywhere,
Maybe we can make a deal,
Maybe together we can get somewhere,
Any place is better, 
Startin' from zero, got nothin' to lose,
Maybe we'll make somethin',
Me myself I've got nothin' to prove.

You see, my old man's got a problem,
Lives with the bottle, that's the way it is
He says his body's too old for workin',
I say his body's too young to look like his,
My mama went off and left him,
Wanted more from life than he could give,
I said somebody's got to take care of him,
So I quit school and that's what I did.

So I remember when we were drivin',
Drivin' in your car,
Speeds so fast I felt like I was drunk,
City lights lay out before us,
And your arm felt nice wrapped round my shoulder,
And I, I had a feelin' that I belonged,
And I, I had a feelin' I could be someone,
Be someone, be someone.

I'd always hoped for better,
Thought maybe together, you and me'd find it,
I got no plans, I ain't goin' nowhere,
So take your fast car and keep on drivin'.

One of the biggest ideas in the first verse is the idea that perhaps in collaboration a change can be made, the idea that, in working together perhaps some things can get accomplished and move in a positive and more forward-going progression. The idea that as a lone individual it's just too hard "me myself I've got nothing to prove" but as a team, "maybe together we can get somewhere" because otherwise they're each starting from a zero-point with no hopes of attaining anything.

The next verse is simply a sad reality for too many people, a disheartening way of life, that although, unbeknownst to me and many of my friends, is a reality that all too many face. It's not the alcoholism or the dropping out of school to take care of a loved one that really gets me going in this verse – although those would be the notions that I, on my own, have yet to face. But rather the idea that the mother "wanted more from life than he could give". It relates back to the idea that we expect others to provide for us instead of going off and doing it ourselves, or even collaborating in order to achieve what would normally be impossible for us to do on our own. Interestingly, she quit him, up and left him because he couldn't offer her what she wanted, that's pretty much what we do to today's heroes, celebrities and politicians – when they don't live up to our expectations, we give up on them, saying that we were wrong for expecting them to be capable of anything, when in reality they were – they provided us with hope.

The last verse is interesting because the collaboration failed, so instead of moving forward on her own, or finding someone else to move on with, she gives up, faces the reality of her life and accepts all that it is, instead of hoping for more, remaining optimistic. Similar to the idea that I've described above – when others let us down, we are quick to let ourselves down too – we refuse to go on without others, instead we just give up on ourselves at the same time.

Now the third verse is important to me. Really important, it's the part of the song that really gets me going. Not only because it reminds me of all the fabulous moments I've spent with Aviva driving in our cars, doing crazy things, exemplifying friendship and creating the moments we're expected to cherish and most importantly, the way I feel in those moments. But it also relates to an old post I made in early-September entitled "Here's to the Moments" in which I listed an Eve 6 song that closely correlates.

But rather the event I described in that blogpost where I felt alive, excited, motivated because of the intense feelings I had about being in the car with friends, "speeds so fast I felt like I was drunk", with the "city lights laid out before us" I felt like we were capable of accomplishing anything, that the moment was spelled out perfectly for us for a reason, that it was meant to inspire us to do bigger, greater and more powerful things. Furthermore the feelings of being in a group, "feeling that I belonged", that I was important, "feeling that I could be someone" were clearly evident at the time and still are.

People always say high school and college are the best days of your life, but really it's not about the best days for me, it's about the moments, and often these special moments take place in my car for very much the same reason that Tracy Chapman describes – driving so fast that it feels like I'm drunk and the landscape of the city, laid out just for me to enjoy, to experience that makes the moments so real, so invigorating, that they are impossible to forget, because the feelings of euphoria, the high I associate with those moments are just too powerful to release from my memory.


 

LostProphets is a band I mistakenly stumbled upon a few years ago, I don't exactly remember the specifics of it, but the rock beat of Last Train Home has always provided me with a sense of inspiration, and the song is just so optimistic that naturally, it's blog-inclusion-worthy.

She told me that it's all a part of
The choices that you make, yeah
Even when you think you're right
You have to give to take

I wonder if you're listening
Picking up on the signals sent back from within
Sometimes it feels like
I don't really know what's going on
Time and time again it seems like
Everything is wrong in here

The first verse describes a situation in which your life is in your hands, that you hold the power over your own life and that you should take responsibility for your actions, an idea, I strongly believe in. Furthermore, the reality of life is described: that in living with other people, coinciding existences require that sacrifices be made, that compromises be made to uphold a balance in society. To me, these notions are somewhat paradoxical, in the ways that they should be. Our own best interests naturally conflict with those of other people, where to draw the line, at what point is giving in too much whereas what point is not giving in too little? This is a conflict I've always held internally, especially in my friendships. I am always so willing to give, reluctant to take back. The notion of finding a comfortable, even and fair balance is a notion that has eluded me for nineteen years.

The next verse describes a scenario in which we ignore our internal instincts, "signals sent back from within". We choose to ignore our own beliefs, morals and opinions in hopes of establishing a stable equilibrium with others, but is it really an equilibrium if it's something we can't come to terms with it internally? Very often this confounds us, leaving us unsure, more unstable than we would have otherwise been, "sometimes it feels like I don't really know what's going on". And forcing us to self-loath, to fear, to hate, to be confused, to be jaded, to be lost and incapable of returning: "time and time again it seems like everything is wrong in here", forcing us to try and scamper back to the previous settings and configurations, trying to maintain an equilibrium in our own lives before everything around us begins crashing, leaving us with absolutely no platform to grasp at.


So that's it for my song-to-life parallels. They leave me believing I'm both a pessimist and optimist at heart, that I have negative views of the way the world is going to turn out, negative views of human nature with just a twinge of hope and optimism that it will all turn out in spite of all our flaws. Furthermore I just want to point out that these aren't my favorite songs, but songs whose lyrics manage to speak to me, influence my thoughts and make me realize that life requires me to be active, I can't just be a passive bystander with tons of expectations and no drive or motivation to help myself. That to me is powerful enough to love these songs. It's also the way in which they are sung that impacts me: I tend to love songs with optimistic beats, songs that seem as if the artists/singer/band truly believe their words and bellow them from the center-fold of their hearts and souls. These are the songs that shake the core of my being, inspire me to be a better person and force me to examine and evaluate my own influence in the world for I believe everyone deserves to have a few of these songs in their lives.