There are two days in every week, about which we should not worry,
two days which should be kept free from fear and apprehension.
One of these days is Yesterday, with all its mistakes and cares,
its faults and blunders, its aches and pains.
Yesterday has passed forever beyond our control.
All the money in the world cannot bring back Yesterday.
We cannot undo a single act we performed;
we cannot erase a single word we said.
Yesterday is gone forever.
The other day we should not worry about is Tomorrow
with all its possible adversities, its burdens,
its large promise and its poor performance;
Tomorrow is also beyond our immediate control.
Tomorrow’s sun will rise,
either in splendor or behind a mask of clouds, but it will rise.
Until it does, we have no stake in Tomorrow,
for it is yet to be born.
This leaves only one day, Today.
Any person can fight the battle of just one day.
It is when you and I add the burdens of those two awful eternities,
Yesterday and Tomorrow, that we break down.
It is not the experience of Today that drives a person mad,
it is the remorse or bitterness of something which happened
Yesterday and the dread of what Tomorrow may bring.
Let us, therefore,
Live but one day at a time.
-Author Unknown
1 year ago
This scene has been running through my head lately:
Charlotte - I’m stuck. Does it get easier?
Bob - No. Yes. It gets easier.
Charlotte - Oh, yeah? Look at you.
Bob - Thanks.
Bob - The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.
Charlotte - Yeah. I just don’t know what I’m supposed to be. You know? I tried being a writer, but I hated what I wrote. And I tried taking pictures, but they’re so mediocre, you know. Every girl goes through a photography phase. You know, like horses. You know, take dumb pictures of your feet.
Bob - You’ll figure that out. I’m not worried about you. Keep writing.
Charlotte - But I’m so mean.
Bob - (smiles) Mean’s okay.
Charlotte - Yeah? What about marriage? Does it get easier?
Bob - That’s hard. We used to have a lot of fun. Lydia would come with me when I made the movies and we would all laugh about it all. Now she doesn’t want to leave the kids, and she doesn’t need me to be there. The kids miss me but they’re fine. It gets a whole lot more complicated when you have kids.
Charlotte - Yeah, it’s scary.
Bob - It’s the most terrifying day of your life the day the first one is born.
Charlotte - Yeah. Nobody ever tells you that.
Bob - Your life as you know it is gone, never to return. But they learn how to walk and they learn how to talk and you want to be with them. And they turn out to be the most delightful people you will ever meet in your life.
Charlotte - Hmm. That’s nice.
Bob - Where did you grow up?
Charlotte - Um, I grew up in New York and I moved to Los Angeles when John and I got married. But it’s so different there.
Bob - Yeah, I know.
Charlotte - John thinks I’m so snotty.
Charlotte - Hmm. (drifts off to sleep)
Bob - You’re not hopeless.
I think it’s so sweet at the end of the scene where he touches her feet and says “you’re not hopeless”.
1 year ago
I’ve been listening to a lot of John Mayer lately, particularly these two songs:
My Stupid Mouth
My stupid mouth
Has got me in trouble
I said too much again
To a date over dinner yesterday
And I could see
She was offended
She said, “Well anyway”
Just dying for a subject change
Oh, it’s another social casualty
Score one more for me
How could I forget?
Mama said, “Think before speaking”
No filter in my head
Oh, what’s a boy to do
I guess he better find one soon
We bit our lips
She looked out the window
Rolling tiny balls of napkin paper
I played a quick game of chess with the salt and pepper shaker
And I could see clearly
An indelible line was drawn
Between what was good
What just slipped out and what went wrong
Oh, the way she feels about me has changed
Thanks for playing, try again
How could I forget?
Mama said, “Think before speaking”
No filter in my head
Oh, what’s a boy to do
I guess he better find one
I’m never speaking up again
It only hurts me
I’d rather be a mystery
Than she desert me
Oh, I’m never speaking up again
Starting now
One more thing
Why is it my fault?
So maybe I try too hard
But it’s all because of this desire
I just wanna be liked
I just wanna be funny
Looks like the jokes on me
So call me captain backfire
I’m never speaking up again
It only hurts me
I’d rather be a mystery
Than she desert me
I’m never speaking up again
Starting now
———
New Deep
I’m so alive
I’m so enlightened
I can barely survive
A night in my mind
I’ve got a plan
I’m gonna find out just how boring I am
And have a good time
Cause ever since I tried
Trying not to find
Every little meaning in my life
It’s been fine
I’ve been cool
With my new golden rule
Numb is the new deep
Done with the old me
And talk is the same cheap it’s been
Is there a God?
Why is he waiting?
Don’t you think of it odd
When he knows my address?
And look at the stars
Don’t they remind you of just how feeble we are?
Well it used to, I guess
Cause ever since I tried
Trying not to find
Every little meaning in my life
It’s been fine
I’ve been cool
With my new golden rule
Numb is the new deep
Done with the old me
And talk is the same cheap
It’s been
I’m a new man
I wear a new cologne and
You wouldn’t know me if your eyes were closed
I know what you’ll say
‘This won’t last longer than the rest of the day’
But you’re wrong this time
You’re wrong
Numb is the new deep
Done with the old me
I’m over the analyzing
Tonight
Stop trying to figure it out
It will only bring you down
You know, I used to be the back
porch poet with my book of rhymes
Always open knowing all the time I’m problably
Never gonna find the perfect rhyme
For ‘heavier things’
What a fabulous songwriter, I really do love his music. Plus he’s a really talented guitar player.
2 years ago
I just finished watching Shortbus. Wow, what an interesting movie, I don’t know why I didn’t watch it sooner. I like how they showed the Isolation Tanks used, it reminded me of the episode of The Simpsons where Homer and Lisa go in them. I wonder if I’d be able to try it out somewhere around here. Furthermore, I wonder if there’s something similar to the “shortbus” in Toronto. I know there are bathhouses, but they seem to be geared toward the Gay community. It would be interesting to find out.
2 years ago
I’m noticing some parallels between two famous musicians OD’s. Pete Wentz from Fall Out Boy and Matthew Good both (1) are Bipolar, (2) overdosed on Ativan, (3) state it was not a suicide attempt. Perhaps Ativan isn’t something that should be perscribed to someone that is Bipolar?
2 years ago
