Here's to the Night

When work is a pleasure, life is a joy! When work is a duty, life is
slavery. -Maxim Gorky, author (1868-1936)

There are years that ask questions and years that answer. -Zora Neale
Hurston, folklorist and writer (1891-1960)

Permanent good can never be the outcome of untruth and violence. -Mahatma
Gandhi (1869-1948)

Kindness is not without its rocks ahead. People are apt to put it down to
an easy temper and seldom recognize it as the secret striving of a generous
nature; whilst, on the other hand, the ill-natured get credit for all the
evil they refrain from. -Honore De Balzac, novelist (1799-1850)

When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know
peace. -Jimi Hendrix, musician, singer, and songwriter (1942-1970)


So, again, in and out of the deep-blogging mood. We shall see what will come of it.
Things have been rather bland, but maybe it's because I've just become accepting of certain things. And I really do find humor in almost everything. It's just these random "deep-blogging" moods that I look closer and wander around in my mind a bit.
Tonight, here's the thought: What exactly am I afraid of? Myself?
There's a quote that I can't look for now because I'm already short on time, but it's something along the lines of "The only thing we really fear is our own greatness" or "The only reason we fail is because we deny our greatness" or something like that. It may hold some truth. But isn't there a point when reality must be faced? A point when a decision must be reached that will affect so much, but in the end it must be made? And is this "denying your greatness" or simply realizing that it was anything but greatness? I suppose the reason decisions are so difficult is that there is no way of knowing the outcome. Sure, it can be guessed, predicted, estimated, but that could be far from what will actually take place. And that's scary for me. All these huge decisions when there are so many choices and so many possibilities. Funny (in an ironic way) that I'm complaining about having so many possiblities, now that I hear myself say it. But again, there is never a happy medium. With anything. Does that make me weak, for not being able to make decisions, or strong, for exploring all options first?
I have to deal with stupid people every day, and it's gotten to the point where it doesn't even phase me anymore. It's just funny, I guess. Especially people who are only nice to your face. I don't quite understand.
And lastly, fittingly, I thought about how all things come to an end. Sad, really. It's either too soon or can't happen soon enough. Where is the gray area?!? I only hope that some things will stay with me...


So denied, so I lied
Are you the now or never kind?
In a day and a day love
I'm gonna be gone for good again

Are you willing to be had?
Are you cool with just tonight?
Here's a toast to all those who hear me all too well

Here's to the night we felt alive
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry
Here's to goodbye tomorrow's gonna come too soon

Put your name on the line
Along with place and time
Want to stay, not to go, I want to ditch the logical
Here's a toast to all those who hear me all too well

Here's to the night we felt alive
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry
Here's to goodbye tomorrow's gonna come too soon

All my time is froze in motion
Can't I stay an hour or two or more
Don't let me let you go
Don't let me let you go

Here's a toast to all those who hear me all too well
Here's to the night we felt alive
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry
Here's to goodbye, tomorrow's gonna come too soon
Too soon
Here's to the night we felt alive
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry
Here's to goodbye tomorrow's gonna come too soon