What’s this life, anyway, what’s it to you and me
What’s it to anyone; who are we supposed to be?
Make me a storybook and write me away from here
I need a different now…
When you’re very young, you think that you know exactly what you want to be when you grow up. There are all these plans, these dreams, and the boundless optimism that they will all come true, that you will get to the place where you really want to be. But twenty or so years later, you realize that all the answers you thought you knew have faded like the images from a dream when you finally wake up. The maps you have carefully charted are suddenly outdated, impractical. Or maybe it is the optimism that was lost.
…Where we can wear each other for a while
And I’ll lend you my tears if I could borrow your smile
And we’ll get through tomorrow some other day
Happy after once upon these days…
Then it seems as if the horizon is forever out of your reach, and you begin to wonder if perhaps you should aim for another destination, an easier journey. But you can’t give up those old dreams just yet, so you linger on the path, maybe stop for a while and take notice of your surroundings, and of see how far you’ve already come. As you rest, there’s a temptation to go back to familiar lands, to the fields you’ve always known. But no matter how much you wish you could, you know that you can never truly return – you have gone too far and seen too much for those lands to feel like home again. So you wait some more, with another traveler perhaps, hoping for a renewal of strength for the road ahead.
…There are four roads to anywhere, four ways to everything
We were unbreakable; we spoke of destiny
Let’s take a moment out, and go where we never go
Let’s make a new world now…
After a while you begin to wonder if maybe you should try another course, different from the one you planned before you set out. True, this road may turn out to be more difficult, and you don’t have the maps, but it leads to the same destination. So now you have two choices: to stay on the path you know and try to muster up the enthusiasm, or to dare the unknown and embark on an adventure. Then you realize that maybe there is something to be said for having no undisputable directions, because then you can search for the way yourself; and the journey will be all the more precious to you.
…Then one day we’ll find when we’re looking back at this time
Wondering how we’ve come so far from this
And then we’ll close our eyes….
I’ll take a better world, I’ll take anything
I’ll take our little world now….**
*This is for both of us, Legolas. =)
** lyrics from Chantal Kreviazuk’s song These Days