I remember when I was little I would wonder why adults got mad at stupid little things, like dirt on your clothes or a messy bedroom. I get it now - you need to take care of your things. I also get that those little things weren't necessarily the thing they were actually mad about. We all have days where things build and build and one little mishap can push us over the edge. But at the same time, I think my little child brain had a point. In the whole of life, what do those little things mean? Will you look back five years from now and think "Gee, I wish I didn't get spaghetti sauce on that white top!" or "I can't believe I had to sit in all that traffic that one day." I highly doubt it. You will forget about it. So why dwell on it now? Think about the things that WILL matter five years from now. Think about the people who will matter. Think like this little kid, riding her bike, worried about nothing but smiling and steering in the right direction.
You buy it in the grocery store on impulse. It sits on your bookshelf for months. You see it in a train station. You see it on Facebook. You pick it up. You put it down. Things change. Bonds are formed. You hear those words again. ONE DAY. Finally it hits you. It's just a small sentence. But it means so much. One day...
I open my hands up to see what I've got
My days slip like coins into a slot they are gone
And the shadows lie long
I've been banking on a broken machine, left unattended like most of my dreams
Rusty components of an unmarked song We've been staring down the brilliant dream, the sun burns our eyes We've been fighting for the love of our lives
All around us things come apart, broken pieces and broken hearts
Fix me, oil me, match me with the next best thing
Who can blueprint a plan to make love stay sturdy and weatherproof, ushering in a new revolution At the drawing board the hopeful ones still try How can we help it when we're fighting for the love of our lives