But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When i think of love as something new
Though i know i'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know i'll often stop and think about them
In my life i love you more
This is a Beatles song , Everyone knows that song. They have been sung to us over and over again since we were little. But do you believe them? Do you believe there are these kind of people still out there who believe "all you need is love."
I think people want to be lonely. They like to throw away good things. Look at everyone's garbage its usually beautiful stuff, or something that can be turned into something beautiful. Everything matters to me. I think now its time for me to do what i knew i already had to do. To live in a state of unknowing wilderness. I think people as in just about everyone i have met so far being young, think too much. I take things to heart but I never think too much. I avoid situations where I will have to think too much, life is too simple, it is the most simple, easiest, thing to do. People stop living when they think. Live in the moment. Don't get caught up in it, live it. Tomorrow is tomorrow. You have to hold on to what you already know. Getting rid of those abundance of thoughts or you will never be free enough because of it. I know i am a passive person who keeps everything inside, but its because i like to keep it there in my head. The words to your thoughts give it less meaning. Its what gives me passion. Anyways this is just getting me to lead into what I have always wanted. The wait is whats going to get to me. Such is my idea of happiness. My happiness is leaving. It's ok that I went to college if you can ever call Art School an education. It was my excuse to stay with my grandpa more. It has closed my mind and now I need to open it. When I go to Alaska it will be a crazy change but the core of spirit comes form new experiences. The experience of it all feels more like love. What more could someone desire?
Sit beside a mountain stream--see her waters rise
Listen to the pretty sound of music as she flies.
Find me in my field of grass--Mother Nature's son
Swaying daises sing a lazy song beneath the sun.
Mother Nature's son.
I think that is the better of the Beatles songs.