Live Like We're Dying

The moment I listened to this song, I fell in love with it. The music. The song. Then I got hold of the lyrics and I fell further.

The words hold some truths ... or maybe the whole truths. I will not be exaggerating if I say that. Even we are being reminded, to do good as if we are will die tomorrow.

Believe it or not? If we think about deaths or about dying, we will always reflect over what things; achievements, success, failures; we have in our lives. It is best that we live our lives to the fullest. Do things that we always wanted to do. Indulge on our passions. Be kind to others, be humble. Be the ideal person you want to be or you want others to be. Make the first step. Forgive and forget..... There are millions of things we should be doing to make our lives worth it. After all, we are investing in this life to live much better in the next one.

So... feast on this song and the rest is up to you.


Live Like We're Dying (Kris Allen)

Sometimes we fall down, can't get back up
We're hiding behind skin that's too tough
How come we don't say I love you enough
Till it's to late, it's not too late

Our hearts are hungry for a food that won't come
And we could make a feast from these crumbs
And we're all staring down the barrel of a gun
So if your life flashed before you,
What would you wish you would've done

Yeah, we gotta start
Looking at the hands of the time we've been given
If this is all we got and we gotta start thinking
If every second counts on a clock that's ticking
Gotta live like we're dying

We only got 86,400 seconds in a day to
Turn it all around or to throw it all away
We gotta tell them that we love them
While we got the chance to say
Gotta live like we're dying

And if your plane fell out of the skies
Who would you call with your last goodbye
Should be so careful who we live out our lives
So when we long for absolution,
There'll no one on the line, yeah

Yeah, we gotta start
Looking at the hands of the time we've been given
If this is all we got and we gotta start thinking
If every second counts on a clock that's ticking
Gotta live like we're dying

We only got 86,400 seconds in a day to
Turn it all around or to throw it all away
We gotta tell them that we love them
While we got the chance to say
Gotta live like we're dying

Like we're dying, oh, like we're dying..

We only got 86,400 seconds in a day to
Turn it all around or to throw it all away
We gotta tell them that we love them
While we got the chance to say
Gotta live like we're dying

You never know a good thing till it's gone
You never see a crash till it's head on
Why do we think we're right when we're dead wrong
You never know a good thing till it's gone

Yeah, we gotta start
Looking at the hands of the time we've been given
If this is all we got and we gotta start thinking
If every second counts on a clock that's ticking
Gotta live like we're dying

We only got 86,400 seconds in a day to
Turn it all around or to throw it all away
We gotta tell them that we love them
While we got the chance to say
Gotta live like we're dying

Like we're dying, oh, like we're dying..

We only got 86,400 seconds in a day to
Turn it all around or to throw it all away
We gotta tell them that we love them
While we got the chance to say
Gotta live like we're dying..

The moment...

The moment I started to dedicate this blog on writing, I stopped blogging. I just have to make it perfect for its purpose and where does it get me as far as this blog is concerned? Nowhere. I stopped blogging and writing.

Its just me... I lose interest easily. I come and go and come again. See what is interesting. If nothing is, I go, continue this aimless journey. I ever thought that I will never be a GOOD REAL writer because I have the passion but I  LACK the determination and the discipline.

I want to write. I read books but I read them halfway. I learned and harnessed my writing tools (vocabulary and grammar), I stopped halfway.

During the time .... I learned that, in order to be something or someone, you must want it really bad and  continuously maintain the momentum.

My case... I started and I stopped. So, now I want to start and maintain it slow and steady. Even if I can't be a GOOD REAL writer I can always scribbled what I want and talk about what I want.... all I have to do now is maintain my momentum and know what to write and talk about.

So I'd like to wish Good Luck to myself!

Where have I been and where will I be going?

Actually this blog is for me to harness and sharpen my writing skill and definitely not for me to vent out my emotions.

It has been so difficult for me to start real 'writing' because I have been putting it off for, like, since the day I started this blog. But anyway, I will (repeat, will) try to make this happen.

So I will dedicate this blog to writing and share whatever tips I come across. It might be boring but it might help me to start writing about "anything and its magic".

Bored

I'm bored. Bored with my life. Bored with the problems that never seems to go away. Bored ... just plain bored.

*** Sigh!!!

I said "NO".. is it really OK?

I should learn to say "NO" without feeling bad.

I should not feel remorse after declining a request for favour or invitation or any of the sorts. Of course, there is valid reason as to why I declined. However, this sickening feeling of remorse is haunting me nevertheless.

By right, I should just ignore it as the person has already affirm that it was ok. But i keep on asking, was it ok? really ok? really really ok? ... Oh my chest hurts......

Whatever! I should just take it as it is... if he says it is ok then it is really ok, right?

Why suddenly...

I feel bad, I feel remorse. Why?

There must be something that pass my thoughts that made my heart feel this remorse.

But what was it? What was it?

I have a secret

Should I tell you? If I don't I'd be keeping it bottled inside me and I'd be miserable. Then again, if I tell you... I'd have no more secrets...

I am miserable.

I cannot let go of this emotions that is like a volcano waiting to erupt anytime. Worried about the mess that it will make.

I am like a caged lion prowling around wanting desperately to escape and pounce on anyone and anything that is on its way.

Right now... I am wishing I could just tell the secret and let go of the emotions. An later, deal with the mess once I am free of the miseries the secret is causing me... After all, like I said before this will soon pass...

Am I ready just yet?