London Bridge . . .

. . . is falling down, falling down, falling down.

Sometimes the world looks perfect, Nothing to rearrange.
Sometimes you get a feeling Like you need some kind of change.
No matter what the odds are this time, Nothing’s going to stand in my way.
This flame in my heart,
And a long lost friend
Gives every dark street a light at the end.

The rain and thunder, The wind and haze
I’m bound for better days. It’s my life and my dream,
Nothing’s going to stop me now.

It always seems i fall on dark times? perhaps i have the sense of an old’ english captain, who feels like he must go down with the ship (well at least myth says so . . . ) Sometimes i feel like i hang around too long; i linger in the things when i know in my gut that a wreck is about to happen. It saddens me, because times like this seem to fill my memories, giving little to no energy or power to the happier, more plesent memories of the same things.

I know i’m not the only one to linger in darker times, but why does it seem like the more i’m passionate about, or energized about, something- the more things seem to just go so very very wrong.

There’s always a chance things will get better right? bleh . . . sometimes i just want to give up tho. I question why i am where i am; why i continue on without feeling like i’m making any real progress, without any appreciation or genuine gratitude.

When did i become such a pessamist?