Lately I have been rereading Tennyson's "Ulysses" in hopes of inspiration. Each time, a new line or passage appears to have greater meaning than the previous reading. Some say that it is about an arrogant warrior, reflecting back on life. Perhaps it is. However, the passages about searching for something greater than your own existence are meaningful.
Life piled on life
Were all to little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
...that which we are, we are;
One equal-temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Life has been more than a bit confusing of late. Too much pressure to do too much and grow up too fast. I wish I didn't look sixteen. However, after seeing the movie "Thirteen," I'm glad that I don't look older than my age- when all I really want to do is crawl into bed with my Harry Potter book. No matter what anyone says, I know that I have to make my own mistakes. It has been hard, of late, to remain passive and accept that some people do not take the time to relax and walk in someone else's shoes.
For some of the reasons listed above, I also like Anna Nalick's lyrics for "Breathe (2am)." The song itself has an easy, yet driven feel to it.
...There's a light at each end of this tunnel, you shout
But you're just as far in as you'll ever be out
These mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again
If you only try turning around....
2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song
If I get it all down on paper, its no longer
inside of me, threatening the life they belong to
And i feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you'll use them, however you want to.
I don't pretend to be an idealist. However, I don't want to lose my optimism. Especially not about those I care about.
Life piled on life
Were all to little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
...that which we are, we are;
One equal-temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Life has been more than a bit confusing of late. Too much pressure to do too much and grow up too fast. I wish I didn't look sixteen. However, after seeing the movie "Thirteen," I'm glad that I don't look older than my age- when all I really want to do is crawl into bed with my Harry Potter book. No matter what anyone says, I know that I have to make my own mistakes. It has been hard, of late, to remain passive and accept that some people do not take the time to relax and walk in someone else's shoes.
For some of the reasons listed above, I also like Anna Nalick's lyrics for "Breathe (2am)." The song itself has an easy, yet driven feel to it.
...There's a light at each end of this tunnel, you shout
But you're just as far in as you'll ever be out
These mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again
If you only try turning around....
2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song
If I get it all down on paper, its no longer
inside of me, threatening the life they belong to
And i feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you'll use them, however you want to.
I don't pretend to be an idealist. However, I don't want to lose my optimism. Especially not about those I care about.
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