I want to write my lifes story. I want to ask people I know if they have been thru the things I have. I want to know if the people I associate with can associate with me. I want to know what the guy in the car beside me thinks when he looks at me when we are stopped at a red light. I want to know how many there are who have the same questions burning in there head...
Who would buy the book of my life? What would they say when my deepest secrets are laid plain and bare by my own pen and hand? Would they make bumper stickers with my face r name? Would they promote me to the top of the ladder or stomp me to the ground?
"What am I gonna be when I grow up? How am I gonna make my mark on history? What are they gonna write about me when I die? These are the questions that shape the way I think about what matters.
I have no guarantee of my next heartbeat. My worlds to big to make a name for myself. What if no one wants to read about me when I'm gone.
Seems to me that right now's the only moment that matters.
In a Kingdom where the least is greatest the weak are given strength and fools confound the wise, and forever brushes up against a moments time, leaving impressions and drawing me into what really matters.
I get so distracted by my bigger schemes... Show me the importance of the simple things... like a word... a seed... a thorn... a nail... and a cup of cold water.
You know the number of my days. So come paint your pictures on the canvass in my head, and come write your wisdom on my heart... Teach me the power of a moment."
(wish i could claim that part in quotes for myself, but i borrowed lyrics from Chris Rice. somethings just catch your attention.)
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