Its a gift when we find something to focus on.
Its a gift when we find something to find meaning in.
Its a blessing to be striving
Toward anything at all,
Even if it seems futile to others.
It may seem ridiculous
To roll a boulder
Up a mountain
Over and over,
But it makes more sense
Than trying to order your oceans
Or trying to justify
Why you spend your days
Staring at a computer screen.
Things only mean as much
As we allow them to.
What matters is getting in the groove,
Until the world just fades away,
And realizing that what you love
Is who you're meant to be.
It's about finding yourself
In the space
Between the notes
That life offers you.
No one in their deathbed is going to regret what's done.
Its the things left UNDONE.
Tune in.
And don't be afraid to let the experience find YOU.