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Apr 2014
I want the world that everybody wants
When you get up and the milk hasn't turned sour.
When those days where you feel like you could take Everest in a sprint,
are more common than the days where you feel like you've got it on your shoulders.
I want a life that leaves everyone impressed at how I can manage so much,
rather than one where everyone can see the cracks.
I guess life really is like an elevator
Because yes, it has it's ups and downs,
but even at the top it can come to a halt, and leave you there
Stuck in a box, rotting until you find the courage to ask for help.
Sometimes I think to myself that it's better to die trying, than to not try at all.
But some days, when you wake up.
The milk's gone sour,
And the smallest facet of your everyday routine can leave you aching.
And I could throw in a cliche here about how the road is never smooth,
Or how with no pain comes no gain.
But what if you don't know what you want to gain? What if you don't know where you're going?
What's it worth then?
When every day leaves you floored like pennies slipping from the back pocket of a boy who's bent over backwards too many times.
I've tried plucking up the courage to confront my fears, and my girlfriend used to pluck my heart strings, while I plucked pettals from roses in algorithms to make sure she always loved me.
But if you learn anything today at least learn that surrounding yourself with happy things doesn't necessarily make you happy.
Just like walking through a meadow doesn't quite make you a rose
Or how walking through a cemetery doesn't make you a ghost.
We are made of tiny fragments, sowed together by the little things that make our days good
Like waking up at the end of a good nights sleep
Or if the milk's still good.
James Palmer
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