A song for this blog.

This might be the first post without any thoughts of my own. I just really wanted to share this song. It follows along this blog really well.

All the leaves on the giving tree have fallen

No shade to crawl in, underneath

I've got scars from a pocket knife where you carved 

Your heart, into me

If all you wanted was love

Why would you use me up,

Cut me down, build a boat and sail away?

When all I wanted to be

Was your giving tree

Settle down, build a home and make you happy?

I lie in the dead of night and I wonder, 

who's covers, you're between

And it's sad layin in his bed you feel hallow

So you crawl home, back to me

If all you wanted was love

Why would you use me up,

Cut me down, build a boat and sail away?

When all I wanted to be

Was your giving tree

Settle down, build a home and make you happy?

Well I see a trail that starts

A line of broken hearts behind you

That lead you back to me

The once sad and lonely fool

With nothing left but roots to show?

(ooooo) 

If all you wanted was love

Why would you use me up,

Cut me down, build a boat and sail away?

When all I wanted to be

Was your giving tree

Settle down, build a home and make you happy

Settle down, build a home and make you happy.

There was a dream that I dreamed, a dream to be the Giving Tree.

On fantasies.

If my supervisor is right, Disney and Nicholas Sparks have a lot to answer for.

I think my problem is that I expect so much from the world...perhaps things that don't even really exist. I've opened up to this guy a lot - my supervisor that is - about how I think things should be. He laughed at me, and maybe he was right to do so. I suppose the world and life and fun and love are not what they had been built up to be my whole life.

I never thought that I had actually picked up fantasies from movies and books, but reflecting on my expectations of what life could be like...should be like, depending on my mood...I know that these things are at least much more common in fairy tales.

Regardless, letting go of the expectation that someday I might have something great of my own feels like giving up, and this always seems less desirable than holding on to the hope that maybe someday things will be different.

By all accounts, right now things aren't really so bad. Yes, my job is incredibly stressful and there are certain people in my life that could be considered to owe me a little more support. But I really do have all I need. My problem is that I want so much. I can't even rebuke myself for it, because all the things I want are good.

I wonder what God would say to this. I pray but I never feel closer to an answer. But I get all the answers I like from songs like "1,2,3,4" and "Kiss Me" which is of course sappy, ridiculous, and probably too embarrassing to mention unless it were very true - which it is.

I keep thinking that all I need is a little time to recover or regroup, mature a little more, learn some lessons, and then I can try again and hope things will be different. But because of the pattern I always end up in, I have to wonder if maybe I'm crazy. The only thing that remains consistent is me, and whenever there is a situation like that it calls for some reflections.

Like this one.

If I'm not crazy, then perhaps I'm trying to live in a fantasy world that doesn't exist. And if so, if I ever want to be happy I need to stop.

But I just don't want to. So I guess I'll just have to continue getting browbeat by life until I do.

There was a dream that I dreamed, a dream for dreams to be real.