Singing this will be the day that I die.
/Before anything else, I would like to notify everyone (my readers) that my blogs for the next …days/weeks/months will be more emotional than usual. I’m going through something.. nothing much, really. I mean, I’ve gone through worse, but for some reason.. I feel heavier about this one. Writing serves as my theraphy so.. walang basagan ng trip/
Okay,first: Can I just emphasize on how beautiful this song is? Its so under-rated but it’s BEAUTIFUL. I was going through an online list of so called “best songs of all time”. Surprisingly, the allegedly top song was unfamiliar to me, I thought it was only because of my lack of knowledge in music and what not. But doubt this when I saw this song listed to 60?! AMERICAN PIE? 60 does not justify the beauty of this song.
But I guess its all a matter of perspective right? I mean, that web site does not speak for majority of the population of the universe, of course not. That web site doesn’t even present a percent of accuracy, margin of error, what so ever. That web site does not target on a certain sample size or population.
On an unrelated note, I would just like so say that I cannot imagine growing old. I cannot imagine writing about Taylor Swift’s marriage/giving birth/children. The future’s just a blur right now. I know.. it should stay that way, and I should focus on what’s in front of me now.. but really.. all I want to know now is if everything’s going to get better. That everything will go uphill from where I’m standing.
It happened before. It got better when I felt down, so now I just need that reassurance again. That everything’s going to get better.
I don’t know why I’m typing these down. Here I go again, thinking out loud. I know that it seems to you that its no help when I write all these down. Because, of course, I’m the only one who can actually fix all these problems. But honestly, its just easier when I let it all out through writing.
Actually, I had a topic in mind prior to writing this blog.. but I half way through typing the first paragraph, my train of thought about it… lost its way. So I resorted to writing what ever’s currently in my mind. Oh well, the topic that I was going to write about wasn’t probably meant to be published. Or you know, I might remember it soon.
That’s all. I will not waste your(or mine, since I’m probably the only one who’s going to read/re-read this later on) time any longer.