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Saturday, August 30, 2003

Life on a Chain
A long time ago a former friend of mine told me after a long conversation that he "lived his life on a chain." At the time I wasn't familiar with the song by Pete Yorn, but I quickly familiarized myself. I think I was more confused after I read the words and heard the song than I was before. But then, after a long battle with myself it suddenly made perfect sense to me. When you're locked in an inner conflict you always come out a winner, but then again another part of you always comes out a loser. It dawned on me that I too lived life on a chain, just maybe not the same way as others. Isolated, yet always surrounded. Waiting on that one big thing. You don't know what it is, but you're whole life seems to build towards it. Constantly looking for the sunshine in your front lines, not even knowing that the whole time it was most likely right there. I couldn't wait to forget you, and I never had time to regret you. Sometimes it's hard to explain what a song means to you even when you know it with ever fiber of your being. But that's the beauty of it, you don't have to explain it to anyone else or justify your emotions. They're all yours and no one else's.

♥Oh, so vintage... 6:47 PM


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