There are only six strings on a guitar
So it's all in how you pluck them
And there are only 24 hours in every day
So it's all in how you seize them
Tomorrow's not a brand new day
It's a brand new way
It's an opportunity to fail
Because that's the best thing we could hope for
To fail while risking
That's not failing at all, in fact
The only failure I know is never risking and being one
And special-ness is not a relative term
And recognition is not the goal
It's just about you and the people you care about
And sometimes it's just about you the principles you stand for
So just forget all the judgment and comparison
And be true to yourself only because you know it's right in and of itself to stand
Not standing in a figurative sense, but literally
What do you stand up for ever day,
Why get out of bed?
This is not a race to the top of Money Mountain
Or a battle to be the last man left
It's just a struggle to do your damnedest during this little window you've got
Before you tumble into that grave we're all headed to, bereft
The grave that doesn't diminish our significance but rather amplifies it
Don't settle ever, for anything
Then there will always be a new way to engage the day
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
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