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Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Imperfect perpetuality

Tonight it dawned on me that for most of  my life, I have never really allowed myself to look forward to tomorrow, or, to be more precise, the tomorrows that I might have.  Î suppose living day by day without a plan for one's life can eventually have that effect. As I sit here in quiet contemplation as I have so many nights in the past twenty-five or more years, I ask myself if I ever really wanted anything more than what I had? Not in the sense of material things, but ... in life? Did I ever want anything more in life? I have started writing about this many times before but today it just seems so simple. The answer is ... no. Funny then that one of my favourite songs used to be "Pushing Forward Back" by Temple of the Dog, and one of my favourite songs still is "Rooms a Thousand Years Wide" by Soundgarden. Both bands feature the rather unique voice of Chris Cornell. The scale of his vocals and simplicity of the lyrics in the latter song spoke to me years ago, but the words even moreso this year... today... in particular as they pertain to this post.

Listen, hear, he is inside
One who lives while others lie
I close my eyes and walk a thousand years
A thousand years that aren't mine
It seems he's near me as I walk
One who loved what love denied
He lives these years that I walk blind
All these years cannot be mine
Tomorrow begat tomorrow
Begat tomorrow
Begat tomorrow
A thousand doors a thousand lies
Rooms a thousand years wide
He walks in the cold sun and wind
All these years will not begin
Tomorrow begat tomorrow
Begat tomorrow
Begat tomorrow

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