I've recently adapted a policy in my life that I will just let what happens happen. There are several things in my life which I must concentrate on and some things that, I guess, could be qualified as secondary. Girls, for example, at this point should be secondary. I have, however, given them a much higher position than I should have. I do not qualify that as a bad thing, but I have been slacking on other things that I need to work on because I have been spending all my time with members of the opposite gender. Strange thing, though, is that I've never been happier with my life.
I dated a wonderful woman, named Sarah, recently, for just over a month. I think that from the beginning the relationship was doomed to, not failure, but end. I think that the change from not wanting to date and just be friends, to wanting to date is never a particularily strong point to start a serious relationship on. However, it was beautiful while it lasted.
The relationship was fantastic, but there came a point at which a rift was formed. At least that's how it felt to me. I have recently realized where and when and why that formed. I dare say, however, that all things considered I definately dated up. Sarah was leaps and bounds, head and shoulders a better woman than the last I dated. I am definately glad she still drops by the house, and my sisters love her to death.
So, here I sit, a single man, drifting along the current of life, floating on the breeze, and I'm still happy. I decided, however, that I need to take a more active role in calling the friends I have, and expanding my circle so that I will have more friends to call. Who knows how that will go, but I'm hoping it will go well.
So here I sit, living my life,
walking along this trail of tears.
I try not to care, but what can I do
when my life is full of so many fears?
And yet I drift along the stream
and I float upon the breeze
and somehow all my stress
turns into a life of seeming ease.
But I'm happy now, with my life, it seems
when in years past I was not.
It seems that life is now good to me,
and I'm satisfied with what I've got.
I dated a wonderful woman, named Sarah, recently, for just over a month. I think that from the beginning the relationship was doomed to, not failure, but end. I think that the change from not wanting to date and just be friends, to wanting to date is never a particularily strong point to start a serious relationship on. However, it was beautiful while it lasted.
The relationship was fantastic, but there came a point at which a rift was formed. At least that's how it felt to me. I have recently realized where and when and why that formed. I dare say, however, that all things considered I definately dated up. Sarah was leaps and bounds, head and shoulders a better woman than the last I dated. I am definately glad she still drops by the house, and my sisters love her to death.
So, here I sit, a single man, drifting along the current of life, floating on the breeze, and I'm still happy. I decided, however, that I need to take a more active role in calling the friends I have, and expanding my circle so that I will have more friends to call. Who knows how that will go, but I'm hoping it will go well.
So here I sit, living my life,
walking along this trail of tears.
I try not to care, but what can I do
when my life is full of so many fears?
And yet I drift along the stream
and I float upon the breeze
and somehow all my stress
turns into a life of seeming ease.
But I'm happy now, with my life, it seems
when in years past I was not.
It seems that life is now good to me,
and I'm satisfied with what I've got.
