I found this on the blog of one of the now-ex members of one of my favorite bands-
i ran and i ran
25 years and You slowed me down
i’ve got the endurance of an athlete
with a toddler’s concept of the world
i dreamed day and night about space in my cardboard rocket-ship
realist tried to steer me away from the man in the moon but i was determined to get there.
but flying wasn’t for me.
flying was for everyone around me. flying made me scared .. for falling was a long way to the ground. flying grew hair upon my chin. flying grew me closer to Him. flying made me trust in the wings that surrounded me … company that knew me better than my own skin. flying made my parents proud. flying made my grandparents doubt. flying thankfully made tears flow and immaturity show from no longer significant faces.
i’ve found i’m more of the walking type. don’t for one second doubt that I don’t spread my wings & close my eyes when a summer breeze hits every now and then. it’s funny how different things look from a bird’s eye view compared to two legs on the ground. life is slower but still equally thrilling. grass and sand belong beneath my toes .. the clouds are beautiful, i’m just more of a simple man.
and when they ask, cause I know they will ..
i’ll just smile and tell them joyfully,
I flew with confidence and courage because of the wings that surrounded me.
Sometimes I wish I could write with such reckless abandon- not caring about grammar or sentence structure or capitalization- only worrying about capitalizing "You"... writing only to express my complete awe and reverence of God and of the life He's given me and of the lessons He is continually teaching me. And don't get me wrong, I do write about these things...but not like that. I take care to make sure that all of my words are up to my standard, when really I should be remembering that I should be striving to reach His standard.
So maybe that's the step I need to take- letting go. Maybe I need to learn to let my writing reflect my true, raw feelings more often, and not my A in English. Maybe I need to learn to write without caution, without thinking about it.
I'm not even going to try to find a good way to end this...because that, of course, would mean putting a whole lot of thought into this.
But there is one thing that is on my mind that I suppose will suffice as an end to this post- a few days ago, it was announced that two of the members of one of my favorite bands (Since Forever) would be leaving. Today, they released their farewell statements, and the last words in both of their statements struck a chord with me. The first were-
"I beg you to follow your dream because the reward of the journey is far greater than the fear of the what if."
And the second-
"Live life to the fullest. Cherish every memory. Take risks. Dream Big. Don’t be afraid to fail.
God loves you and so do I."
i’ve got the endurance of an athlete
with a toddler’s concept of the world
i dreamed day and night about space in my cardboard rocket-ship
realist tried to steer me away from the man in the moon but i was determined to get there.
but flying wasn’t for me.
flying was for everyone around me. flying made me scared .. for falling was a long way to the ground. flying grew hair upon my chin. flying grew me closer to Him. flying made me trust in the wings that surrounded me … company that knew me better than my own skin. flying made my parents proud. flying made my grandparents doubt. flying thankfully made tears flow and immaturity show from no longer significant faces.
i’ve found i’m more of the walking type. don’t for one second doubt that I don’t spread my wings & close my eyes when a summer breeze hits every now and then. it’s funny how different things look from a bird’s eye view compared to two legs on the ground. life is slower but still equally thrilling. grass and sand belong beneath my toes .. the clouds are beautiful, i’m just more of a simple man.
and when they ask, cause I know they will ..
i’ll just smile and tell them joyfully,
I flew with confidence and courage because of the wings that surrounded me.
Sometimes I wish I could write with such reckless abandon- not caring about grammar or sentence structure or capitalization- only worrying about capitalizing "You"... writing only to express my complete awe and reverence of God and of the life He's given me and of the lessons He is continually teaching me. And don't get me wrong, I do write about these things...but not like that. I take care to make sure that all of my words are up to my standard, when really I should be remembering that I should be striving to reach His standard.
So maybe that's the step I need to take- letting go. Maybe I need to learn to let my writing reflect my true, raw feelings more often, and not my A in English. Maybe I need to learn to write without caution, without thinking about it.
I'm not even going to try to find a good way to end this...because that, of course, would mean putting a whole lot of thought into this.
But there is one thing that is on my mind that I suppose will suffice as an end to this post- a few days ago, it was announced that two of the members of one of my favorite bands (Since Forever) would be leaving. Today, they released their farewell statements, and the last words in both of their statements struck a chord with me. The first were-
"I beg you to follow your dream because the reward of the journey is far greater than the fear of the what if."
And the second-
"Live life to the fullest. Cherish every memory. Take risks. Dream Big. Don’t be afraid to fail.
God loves you and so do I."
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