Sunday, January 10, 2010

Impressing ourself...

Have you realized most of the time you are trying hard to impress no one but yourself. That is this part which takes the most effort. Because the mind of our own, set a difficult benchmark for yourself most of the time. This may sound as crazy as it sounds. But let me tell you one thing, haven't you heard an inner voice which keep saying (in my case) I should have behaved better, I was wrong, I need to improve etc etc. You may try to reflect this voice and fail that's when (in Green day's opinion) your mind breaks the spirit of our soul. Yes this is a very voluntary activity. But i happen to participate this breaking part most of the time.

This is a nice song; thought i would share it... it reflects my mind right now (please don't mistake it with love, but yes its about expectations in my case)

21 Guns by Green Day

Do you know what's worth fighting for?
When it's not worth dying for?
Does it take your breath away
And you feel yourself suffocating?

Does the pain weigh out the pride?
And you look for a place to hide?
Did someone break your heart inside?
You're in ruins

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms, give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I

When you're at the end of the road
And you lost all sense of control
And your thoughts have taken their toll
When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul

Your faith walks on broken glass
And the hangover doesn't pass
Nothing's ever built to last
You're in ruins

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms, give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I

Did you try to live on your own
When you burned down the house and home?
Did you stand too close to the fire
Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone?

When it's time to live and let die
And you can't get another try
Something inside this heart has died
You're in ruins

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms, give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms, give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I