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Lonely Prophet
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Michelle, my belle.
These are words that go together well,
My Michelle.
These are words that go together well,
My Michelle.
Today, I contemplated life, death, meaning and what makes true greatness after talking about the Beatles with a friend. I love their music, and I love them, but every time I think of them I can only think of John Lennon and how he died because some fan was psychotic and obsessed with him. I've been hoping for direction in my life, because I don't know where I'm going, and music is the only thing I can picture myself doing sometimes. But... I'm scared. If I don't make it I just get lost forever in a sea of new artists struggling to be known. My life here is well spent, but I've made no imprint. If I do make it, I'll have lost something. I've seen what musicians can become, and most of them aren't very healthy people. They get into drugs, alcohol. Their fame tempts them, makes them think they can get away with things. And what if - if the impossible happens, and - I actually make it... what if I become too big? Too famous? What if I'm the one shot by the psychotic fan in broad daylight? What if I go down in history because of it, and not for my music?
Today, I woke up thinking that I was sure what I was going to do with my life, the same as yesterday and the day before. Tonight, I go to sleep afraid and unsure of what I'll choose or do or be or if I'll make my imprint on this world. Unsure of whether I want to try.
(Sorry for being a downer.
Edit: Ironically, my random post style just had to choose the one band that I don't (or do I) need the most right now.)
Michelle, my belle.
Sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble,
Très bien ensemble.
Sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble,
Très bien ensemble.
