Something Akin to Joy

I think Joy is a place; that distinguishes it from Happiness which I think is a feeling. I've been feeling a lot of happiness lately, but I believe there is a piece of joy in there as well. There is peace in many things, and I have had a few clear thoughts recently. Not thoughts that should be posted here, but they were clear nonetheless. I think it is a good start to the year, and if I get half as many weeks that are this amazing in the rest of the year then I shall count myself lucky indeed.  

Breathed In, Breathed Out...

There is a strange sort of peace floating over everything. I swear it's almost visible. Cleared the dissonance, and I can move on. There was much less to deal with than originally expected, but it is good now that it's done, nonetheless. Now as I view the restructuring (or destructuring?) of my life, it seems the possibilities are endless. It was good advice.

On the Eve

Tomorrow cannot come soon enough. Nor can it be far enough away. There is fear and anxiety, yet there is also anticipation. There will be a change tomorrow, and I am determined it shall be for the better. For the best of all concerned. It may not seem apparent at first, but I know inside that it is the inevitable answer, that it was meant to be this way. There is a grinding against the natural grain and it needs to be fixed. I only pray my action is soon enough and strong enough to create the required effect and put to right everything that has gone askew. Calculations and theories can only go so far before you must abandon them in the speed of events, and replace them with gut reactions and the leading of your heart. This particular situation involved no calculations or theories, but I thought I may as well be thorough in my statement.
Tomorrow is my nemesis, but it will hopefully be a new beginning by the time it has passed.  

Like Jimmy Says It

There has been much happening lately, and not enough time or creativity to write it down, or use it metaphorically to type into a post. I feel like I don't have enough time to think when an event hits me, and I'm still trying to react or counterbalance it, or figure it into an equation when the next one comes rolling in. Rather like those huge long sets when the spring swell hits, and you get stuck in the whitewater.

Basically, I'm trying to take everything with a grain of salt and just breathe. Watching life flick by is rather interesting when it's going too fast to make major course changes. It is like Jimmy Buffett says in that one song, "Breathe in, breathe out, move on..." Precisely like that, it's a nice feeling. Things will settle out, and it'll be good. It's incredibly good at the moment; I've been pleasantly surprised.

Introspective People Watching

It's a strange sort of day
An odd day to sit on a cold bench
But the weather is not exactly cold
And people's ant-like lives
Are so infinitely interesting to watch.

Preoccupied, a man walks by
Coffee in hand, with suit and tie
A girl and boy in dialogue
But she looks down
And he talks to the fog.

It's on the hour
The crowd streams past
Individuals, hopelessly disconnected
You may be important in your virtual world
But from 100 feet up you are an ant.

What if a piano fell from the sky
Or a hole sunk into the earth
Well it wouldn't matter if it were your neighbor
But that's just another wonder of our evolving culture.

From Belle & Sebastian

You're my picture on the wall
You're my vision in the hall
You're the one I'm talking to
When I get in from my work
You are my girl, and you don't even know it
I am living out the life of a poet
I am the jester in the ancient court
You're the funny little frog in my throat

I had a conversation with you at night
It's a little one sided but that's all right
I tell you in the kitchen about my day
You sit on the bed in the dark, changing places
With the ghost that was there before you came
You've come to save my life again

Ninety-one

I'm not generally a dark person. I like being introspective, but I don't usually lose hope in life. However, I've always had an interest in music that gravitates towards that view. People say it affects you eventually and I wonder if that is true. In some ways, it is the most honest type of music in relation to humanity. It reflects our suffering, our anger, our imperfections... It outlines our need for something greater than ourselves.

As an ending aside, distorted cello is the bomb.