I Dreamed a Dream
Listening to the sweeping operatic lyrics of Les Miserables today while I focused my neural senses on more right brained matters, lost in an enclosed world of headphones and investigational study compliance, my thoughts swayed in accompaniment to the music.
In so often as people grow wiser to the ways and whims of the world, why is that some also grow weary and disillusioned, never seeking solace in the unknown? What external forces must influence this incredulous understanding of life? But yet there are others who willingly forage through life with an unbreakable spirit, risking heart, mind and soul for a mere glimpse into what may be a temporary euphoria or eternal bliss. I wonder, if most of us fall at some intermediate junction between these two margins, finding both functionality in the commonplace, but faith in the awe-inspiring moments. I do hope so.
posted by Sheila @ 8/21/2006 12:11:00 PM
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~~It's the heart, afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance. It's the dream, afraid of waking, that never takes a chance. It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give. And the soul, afraid of dying, that never learns to live. ~~
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