Pressing on Anyways

I do not have time for a breakdown right now.

All I want to do is everything that I can't do, shouldn't do, or don't have time to do.

I need to get off my bed, wipe away the tears of self-pity, and go.

It's just so hard to make myself . . . . . . .

Guardian of My Heart

I thought with how tired I am I'd be able to sleep

But all I can do is think about how things used to be

Those friendships I held so dear, swore I'd never replace

They're gone now, and in my heart there's just this hurting, ugly space

Sure, I have new friends--people that make me smile

But that doesn't take back the memories or turn back the dial

Tonight I just want a time machine, to go back to my past

Relive all those memories, those friendships that didn't last.

Time, it just taunts me, won't let me have a choice

Sometimes I want to go back, but it says I have no voice

What I want, it doesn't matter, because it will never happen

I'm supposed to move on with life, if I don't like it, just keep acting

Growing up, it's not my favorite thing, it's not an easy life

Yeah, there's beauty still, but that doesn't dissolve all the inner strife

The regrets of past mistakes, or lack of self ambition

They haunt me like a ghost, fill my heart with inhibitions.

Tonight I just want to sleep, and to let go of these bad dreams

Of mistakes and things unchangeable--but in my heart they scream.

Worrying about the future, crying about the past

Neither of those things are feelings that anyone wants to last

I've got a future ahead of me, whether I like it or not

A beautiful canvas, it doesn't have a spot

So yeah, I'll make more mistakes, add them to my list

But tonight I'm going to get some sleep, stop this foolishness 

So God, please take these feelings of regret and fear

And please put in my heart a trust, the same one that's lead me here

You've been with me all this way, through the great and through the hard

And every step of the way you watch me and of my heart you will keep guard.

"This Be the Verse"

I'm sorry if this offends you. I personally think it's funny and somewhat true, so I felt like sharing it.

They f*** you up, your mum and dad.

They may not mean to, but they do.

They fill you with the faults they had

And add some extra, just for you.

But they were f***** up in their turn

By fools in old-style hats and coats,

Who half the time were soppy-stern

And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.

It deepens like a coastal shelf.

Get out as early as you can,

And don't have any kids yourself.

By: Philip Larkin

Walk Worthy of Your Calling

Are we living our lives in a way that's glorifying to the One who died to give us life?