Sunday, February 19, 2006

Inspiration


Inspiration comes in a variety of ways. It might be gleaned from the pages of a favorite book, passed on from a dynamic person, or in this case, written in the lyrics of a really great song. I have had a reflective day, most likely due to my test from yesterday and a funeral as well. I cannot believe how much time seems to fly by these days. After I hit 30, the years have flown. So far though, I've had a pretty good ride in life. I've overcome enough to be resilient but not bitter, had enough fun (and continue to do so) to keep me young and relatively healthy, and continue to perservere with more optimism than a lot of people my age. Lucky for me I have the "young gene" that is prevalent in my family too. No one really gages my true age (not that I'm old or anything. I have achieved quite a bit of what I wanted to achieve at this age, and I still look forward to getting up each day. So, when I heard this song, I thought about myself (and others I know), and I wanted to share it with the universe. It's now going to be my "first thing in the morning song" when I hop on the elliptical at 4:30am (sad but true folks). I bought the CD today (Natasha Bedingfield), as I was so inspired. Today is where your book begins....

Unwritten
I am unwritten
Can't read my mind
I'm undefined
I'm just beginning
The pen's in my hand
Ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you cannot find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else can
Speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
I break tradition
Sometimes my tries
Are outside the lines
We've been conditioned
To not make mistakes
But I can't live that way
Staring at the blank page before
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words you cannot find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else can
Speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

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