…
just stuck hollow and alone
and the fault is my own and the fault is my own

I wanna heal, I wanna feel what I thought was never real
I wanna let go of the pain I’ve felt so long
erase all the pain ’till it’s gone
I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m close to something real
I wanna find something I’ve wanted all along
somewhere I belong
…
[Linkin Park – Somewhere I Belong]

…
I tried so hard, and got so far
but in the end it doesn’t even matter
I had to fall to lose it all
but in the end it doesn’t even matter
…
[Linkin Park – In The End]

…
for what is a man? what has he got?
if not himself – then he has naught
to say the things he truly feels
and not the words of one who kneels
the record shows I took the blows
and did it my way
…
[Frank Sinatra – My Way]

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tonight saw a parade of songs that for the rest of the world might seem unimportant or insignificant. but I found three that struck something in me. it was the three songs above, in chronological order, and — amazingly enough — they seemed to portray the chronological order of what truly happened: want – try – fail – fall down – get up and get going.

people come and go and try and fail and succeed and… well, the world just keeps spinning no matter what lousy hole you’re stuck in. I guess I should be thankful that time and space and everyday itinerary saves me a lot of energy and helps me stabilize myself.

my favorite part? here goes:
the record shows I took the blows and did it my way

for the record: no regrets, I wouldn’t have it any other way, and I have every confidence that whatever will be thrown at me next will not be something I cannot handle.

arrogant? well, we need to be to survive. that’s the name of the game.