Amairo no life

Me, Myself & I… and the future in between

I just finished reading “Paper Towns” by John Green. As I wrote in Twitter – I’m emotionally tired. From everything and everyone. This book made me want to think about so many things – what am I, what I’ve done and what I’m going to do in the future. There’s se many possible turns – which one to choose and where I’m going?

I wish I could travel – all over the world. I want to visit so many places and to know so many nations. Do you know… once you start travelling, you’re going to want to travel every once in a while. It’s like drugs – you’ll want more and more and more. There’s no end. But not to leave places over and over again – it must be a pleasure, to feel the joy of seeing many places, different culture, to listen to different languages and to try to understand your mission in the world.

But I also like the routine. Well, not every time and not every day. But this feeling is safe, knowing that you have your place to belong to and hopefully people to rely on. It’s a right feeling after all. We, people, need to belong to somewhere and to belong to someone, aren’t we?

We need to stand behind our own choices and feelings. And to balance between the safe places we live in and the uncontrolable desire to follow our minds in the places we want so see. It’s the right thing, I’m sure.

 

Turn The Page
Metallica

On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha
You can listen to the engines moanin’ out it’s one note song
You can think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before

But your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do
When you riding sixteen hours with nothing much to do
And you don’t feel much like ridin’, you just wish the trip was through

Here I am, on the road again
There I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playin’ star again
There I go, turn the page

You walk into a restaurant, strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you, as you’re shaking off the cold
You pretend it doesn’t bother you, but you just want to explode

And most times you can’t hear ’em talk, other times you can
All the same old cliches, “Is it woman? Is it man?”
And you always seem outnumbered, you don’t dare make a stand
Make your stand

Here I am, on the road again
There I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playin’ star again
There I go, turn the page

Out there in the spotlight you’re a million miles away
Every ounce of energy you try to give away
As the sweat pours out your body, like the music that you play

Later in the evening, as you lie awake in bed
With the echoes of the amplifiers ringin’ in your head
You smoke the days last cigarette, rememberin’ what she said
What she said

Here I am, on the road again
There I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playin’ star again
There I go, turn the page

There I go, turn that page
There I go, yeah
There I go, yeah
There I go, yeah
Here I go, yeah
There I go
There I go
And I’m gone

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