I Want To Be Six Again

I Want To Be Six Again

To Whom it May Concern:

I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult, in order to accept the responsibilities of a 6 year old. The tax base is lower. I want to be six again.

I want to go to McDonald’s and think it’s the best place in the world to eat.

I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make waves with rocks.

I want to think M&Ms are better than money, because you can eat them.

I want to play kickball during recess and stay up on Christmas Eve waiting to hear Santa and Rudolph on the roof.

I long for the days when life was simple. When all you knew were your colors, the addition tables and simple nursery rhymes, but it didn’t bother you, because you didn’t know what you didn’t know and you didn’t care.

I want to go to school and have snack time, recess, gym and field trips.

I want to be happy, because I don’t know what should make me upset.

I want to think the world is fair and everyone in it is honest and good. I want to believe that anything is possible.

Sometime, while I was maturing, I learned too much. I learned of nuclear weapons, prejudice, starving and abused kids, lies, unhappy marriages, illness, pain and mortality.

I want to be six again.

I want to think that everyone, including myself, will live forever, because I don’t know the concept of death.

I want to be oblivious to the complexity of life and be overly excited by the little things again.

I want television to be something I watch for fun, not something used for escape from the things I should be doing.

I want to live knowing the little things that I find exciting will always make me as happy as when I first learned them.

I want to be six again.

I remember not seeing the world as a whole, but rather being aware of only the things that directly concerned me.

I want to be naive enough to think that if I’m happy, so is everyone else.

I want to walk down the beach and think only of the sand beneath my feet and the possibility of finding that blue piece of sea glass I’m looking for.

I want to spend my afternoons climbing trees and riding my bike, letting the grownups worry about time, the dentist and how to find the money to fix the old car.

I want to wonder what I’ll do when I grow up and what I’ll be, who I’ll be and not worry about what I’ll do if this doesn’t work out.

I want that time back.

I want to use it now as an escape, so that when my computer crashes, or I have a mountain of paperwork, or two depressed friends, or a fight with my spouse, or bittersweet memories of times gone by, or second thoughts about so many things, I can travel back and build a snowman, without thinking about anything except whether the snow sticks together and what I can possibly use for the snowman’s mouth.

I want to be six again.

Author Unknown

Russian Roulette

Take a breath, take it deep
Calm yourself, he says to me
If you play, you play for keeps
Take a gun, and count to three
I’m sweating now, moving slow
No time to think, my turn to go

[Chorus -]
And you can see my heart beating
You can see it through my chest
And I’m terrified but I’m not leaving
Know that I must must pass this test
So just pull the trigger

Say a prayer to yourself
He says close your eyes
Sometimes it helps
And then I get a scary thought
That he’s here means he’s never lost

(Chorus)

As my life flashes before my eyes
I’m wondering will I ever see another sunrise?
So many won’t get the chance to say goodbye
But it’s too late too pick up the value of my life

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you will always outrun me

if i walk, you’d run
if i run, you’d fly
if i fly, i’ll be off the building
and if i’m gone, will you be?

how some songs never fail to break down walls around your heart leaving it so naked.

We grew up similarly. Grew up listening to backstreet boys, went through our teenage years smsing like nobody’s business, hogged the computer to surf the net, attended government schools, watched brilliant cartoons, lived our entire lives in such a developed country. We breathe the same air, our bodies strive in the same manner. We’re similar in infinite ways… but how did some of us turn out so wrong? So wrong, so sinned, we’re the undeserving souls of this society. We don’t belong here.

is it going to be over soon? if it is, what am i supposed to do?

i’m scared. gut feeling says that something is going wrong. Please don’t let it be true. Don’t do this to me, again.

是有過幾個不錯對象 說起來並不寂寞孤單
可能我浪蕩 讓人家不安 才會 結果都陣亡

我沒有什麼陰影魔障 妳千萬不要放在心上
我又不脆弱 何況那算什麼傷
反正愛情不就都這樣

我沒有說謊 我何必說謊
妳懂我的 我對妳從來就不會假裝
我哪有說謊
請別以為妳有多難忘 笑是真的不是我逞強

我好久沒來這間餐廳 沒想到已經換了裝潢
角落那窗口 聞得到玫瑰花香
被妳一說是有些印象

我沒有說謊 我何必說謊
妳知道的 我缺點之一就是很健忘
我哪有說謊
是很感謝今晚的相伴 但我竟然有些不習慣

我沒有說謊 我何必說謊
愛一個人 沒愛到難道就會怎麼樣
別說我說謊
人生已經如此的艱難 有些事情就不要拆穿

我沒有說謊 是愛情說謊
它帶妳來 騙我說 渴望的有可能有希望
我沒有說謊 祝妳做個幸福的新娘
我的心事請妳就遺忘

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