There's some things that I regret,
Some words I wish had gone unsaid,
Some starts that had some bitter endings,
Been some bad times I've been through,
Damage I cannot undo,
Some things I wish I could do all all over again
It’s yet another start of a long work day. I was very apprehensive as I drove to work, I really thought about calling in, because I am still sick today and I wonder if it will be like yesterday. Weary, dreary and everything else in that vicinity.
But it don't really matter,
Life gets that much harder,
It makes you that much stronger,
Oh some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned.
In the past week, in the midst of being sick, I have spent most of my time, that was not taking up by work, or by friends, pondering the question of “What if?” So much so, last night when my co-worker got here, she looked me in the eye as I was walking out the door and asked, “What’s on your mind? Something’s bugging you.” I can’t really say. I wish I could. But I can’t. Cause saying things out loud is not allowed. Not anymore.
There's mistakes that I have made,
Some chances I just threw away,
Some roads I never should've taken,
Been some signs I didn't see,
Hearts that I hurt needlessly,
Some wounds that I wish
I could have one more chance to mend
People who get to know me are often surprised by all that I have been though in the span of the last 5 years. How I lived thru the challenges that God somehow seemed fit to put in my life. How I didn’t crumble to the floor, How am I still standing, and still trying to make something of myself.
But it don't make no difference,
The past can't be rewritten,
You get the life you're given,
Oh some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned.
It’s called learning your lessons and making sure you never repeat them again. And this was something I forgot. My own survival skill. The one thing that has kept me going in the face of whatever personal adversity I have gone thru.
And all the things that break you,
Are all the things that make you strong,
You can't change the past,
Cause it's gone,
And you just gotta move on,
Because it's all lessons learned.
I have not been as unbalanced as I have been the last couple of weeks. No matter how rough things got, I have at least, always been able to fall asleep and stay asleep. And the thing about not sleeping is this – it allows you to sit and stare at the darkness around you and think things clearly. In the way that it should be thought of. And to see things as they truly are, and not falsely brightened by the mid-day sun.
And every tear that had to fall from my eyes,
Everyday I wondered how I'd get through the night,
Every change life has thrown me,
I'm thankful, for every break in my heart
I had always liked to believe that coming thru life, I have never lost bits of my soul. But this is not true. I have been clutching at pieces that no longer exist. Whatever traces of it that remains, it really shouldn’t. Cause I am not made for a world like the world today, with the fair-weathered people that reside in it.
I'm grateful, for every scar,
Some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned
But they say it’s better late than never. And I've been here often enough to know that it's as easy as getting back on the bike and just start peddling again.
And so now, I have remembered the lessons that I have learnt ~ That it is far better to keep what’s beneath the warm exterior hidden from any living and breathing soul. That it’s okay to be superficial and really not care very much about anything and anyone. That it’s okay to live life in a fleeting manner.
I have nothing but time on my side. And it is long over-due that this facet of me surfaces again. It really shouldn’t come as a surprise how easily I am able to detach myself and be non-chalant about everything that should be important. One just has to see how far down the last mile I would go once I am committed to something, to see that I could also turn this on a roundabout.
I’ll get there eventually.. soonish.. brick by brick, I’ll piece the wall back together again. Cause living is way too over-rated if you ask me. And breathing - let's not even go there. As for praying - well, there are prayers and then THERE ARE PRAYERS. You've just gotta learn to pick the right ones to say. And I've just remembered which are the right ones and which are the wrong ones. And I've definitely gone and said the wrong one. So very wrong one.
It used to be said that underneath this warm exterior is a very broken interior. It can now be said that underneath this warm exterior is a very cold interior. And I think that should suit me just fine.
Some words I wish had gone unsaid,
Some starts that had some bitter endings,
Been some bad times I've been through,
Damage I cannot undo,
Some things I wish I could do all all over again
It’s yet another start of a long work day. I was very apprehensive as I drove to work, I really thought about calling in, because I am still sick today and I wonder if it will be like yesterday. Weary, dreary and everything else in that vicinity.
But it don't really matter,
Life gets that much harder,
It makes you that much stronger,
Oh some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned.
In the past week, in the midst of being sick, I have spent most of my time, that was not taking up by work, or by friends, pondering the question of “What if?” So much so, last night when my co-worker got here, she looked me in the eye as I was walking out the door and asked, “What’s on your mind? Something’s bugging you.” I can’t really say. I wish I could. But I can’t. Cause saying things out loud is not allowed. Not anymore.
There's mistakes that I have made,
Some chances I just threw away,
Some roads I never should've taken,
Been some signs I didn't see,
Hearts that I hurt needlessly,
Some wounds that I wish
I could have one more chance to mend
People who get to know me are often surprised by all that I have been though in the span of the last 5 years. How I lived thru the challenges that God somehow seemed fit to put in my life. How I didn’t crumble to the floor, How am I still standing, and still trying to make something of myself.
But it don't make no difference,
The past can't be rewritten,
You get the life you're given,
Oh some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned.
It’s called learning your lessons and making sure you never repeat them again. And this was something I forgot. My own survival skill. The one thing that has kept me going in the face of whatever personal adversity I have gone thru.
And all the things that break you,
Are all the things that make you strong,
You can't change the past,
Cause it's gone,
And you just gotta move on,
Because it's all lessons learned.
I have not been as unbalanced as I have been the last couple of weeks. No matter how rough things got, I have at least, always been able to fall asleep and stay asleep. And the thing about not sleeping is this – it allows you to sit and stare at the darkness around you and think things clearly. In the way that it should be thought of. And to see things as they truly are, and not falsely brightened by the mid-day sun.
And every tear that had to fall from my eyes,
Everyday I wondered how I'd get through the night,
Every change life has thrown me,
I'm thankful, for every break in my heart
I had always liked to believe that coming thru life, I have never lost bits of my soul. But this is not true. I have been clutching at pieces that no longer exist. Whatever traces of it that remains, it really shouldn’t. Cause I am not made for a world like the world today, with the fair-weathered people that reside in it.
I'm grateful, for every scar,
Some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned
But they say it’s better late than never. And I've been here often enough to know that it's as easy as getting back on the bike and just start peddling again.
And so now, I have remembered the lessons that I have learnt ~ That it is far better to keep what’s beneath the warm exterior hidden from any living and breathing soul. That it’s okay to be superficial and really not care very much about anything and anyone. That it’s okay to live life in a fleeting manner.
I have nothing but time on my side. And it is long over-due that this facet of me surfaces again. It really shouldn’t come as a surprise how easily I am able to detach myself and be non-chalant about everything that should be important. One just has to see how far down the last mile I would go once I am committed to something, to see that I could also turn this on a roundabout.
I’ll get there eventually.. soonish.. brick by brick, I’ll piece the wall back together again. Cause living is way too over-rated if you ask me. And breathing - let's not even go there. As for praying - well, there are prayers and then THERE ARE PRAYERS. You've just gotta learn to pick the right ones to say. And I've just remembered which are the right ones and which are the wrong ones. And I've definitely gone and said the wrong one. So very wrong one.
It used to be said that underneath this warm exterior is a very broken interior. It can now be said that underneath this warm exterior is a very cold interior. And I think that should suit me just fine.
Lyrics are from
"Lessons Learned"
by Carrie Underwood
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