Life Either Goes On or It Doesn't

What Dreams May Come
If you have never seen that movie or read that novel, do yourself an immediate favor and get to watching and reading. Every single time I watch that movie, it seems to be more and more powerful than it was the last time I watched it. I really can’t put into words how vividly that story makes me feel just genuine sorrow happiness. I am usually pretty good at putting things into words… not about that. Just see it and then you’ll see what I mean.

On the topic of emotions, I have just been bombarded by some of the most powerful stories I have ever heard before. One being What Dreams May Come. The others rest in my all time favorite song, Red Hands by The Dear Hunter and A recent story I read called One More Day.

Red Hands is all about love. Every single kind of love you can imagine. The head over heels love, the lost love, the cheating love, the vengeful love, and the lead singer of The Dear Hunter just makes you feel every single note and word with the way he sings. I highly advise anyone who digs music, soulful lyrics, or sounds to hear this song.

One More Day is a story about a man having to give up the love of his life so he can right a wrong that weighs so heavily on his conscience he fails to really realize he is giving up the greatest love he will ever get to know. Ever page and word by the characters is hear wrenching and I found myself literally depressed al day after reading the story. It is just the most tragic thing I have ever read before in life.

I think I can blame these three things for my recent uproar of emotion I have felt lately. I’ve been the in the desperately lonely stage for far too long and it’s getting annoying. I try not to think about it, but it’s just constantly playing over and over in my head like an Akon Record from hell.

I’m so Lonely, I have nobody….

But every time I start to falter on my sanity, somehow my friends manage to bring me back from the brink of complete and utter psychosis. I value them more than I will probably ever be able to tell them. Besides The way I see it, I got a choice. Life either goes on or it doesn’t. It’s up to me.