Lyrics circulate in my head and in my life; their potency waxes and wanes.
The Eagles:
"Well I know it wasn't you who held me down, heaven knows it wasn't you who set me free,
So often times it happens that we live our lives in chains, and we never even know we have the key"
From Already Gone
Christ man, if that don't make you look in the mirror you might as well crawl right into the grave. You are just wasting time.
Jackson Browne:
"Gotta do what you can just to keep your love alive, trying not to confuse it, with what you do to survive."
From Running On Empty
Shit man, that is the yin and the yang of life right there.
Love is it - it is the only thing that will give you peace and meaning and value - I am talking true love, unadulterated love - the kind of love that validates your existence and the existence of the one who loves you.
Versus.....................your fucking job. The shit you have to do because you gotta eat. Because you gotta pay the rent. That is the shit that tears you apart. Rips your soul to shreds.
Your soul that yearns for love and settles for a fucking paycheck.
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