I'm a hoarder at heart. I think if I can just amass and organize all the ideas, I can make sense of life. I can see the irrationality of this. I am creating clutter. I can never synthesize sense. But I'm still going to keep this log of what is influencing me, what is speaking to me.
Every verse of this song speaks to my soul, and brought tears to these long-dry eyes. It's easy to look down ones nose at this (at least for me), because it's all so impractical, and we need to be realistic, and maybe we're also afraid of disappointment. But this is what has been turning over and over in my mind this week.
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