Funny point that Claritymay pointed out to me is how Adam Young, of Owl City, seems to have conjured up this whimsical tune on his own when in fact some of his material is uncannily similar to Postal Service. One song in particular is called Such Great Heights, from Postal Service's Give Up album. Hear the comparison and see for yourself:
You would not believe your eyes, If ten million fireflies. Lit up the world as I fell asleep. 'Cause they fill the open air, And leave teardrops everywhere. You think me rude, But I would just stand and stare.
I'd like to make myself believe, That Planet Earth turns slowly. It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep, 'Cause everything is never as it seems.
'Cause I get a thousand hugs, From ten thousand lightning bugs. As they try to teach me how to dance, A foxtrot above my head, A sockhop beneath my bed. The disco ball is just hanging by a thread (thread, thread).
I'd like to make myself believe, That Planet Earth turns slowly. It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep, 'Cause everything is never as it seems. Leave my door open just a crack (please take me away from here), 'Cause I feel like such an insomniac (please take me away from here). Why do I tire of counting sheep? (please take me away from here) When I'm far too tired to fall asleep.
To ten million fireflies, I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes. I got misty eyes as they said farewell (said farewell), But I know where several are. If my dreams get real bizarre, 'Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar.
I'd like to make myself believe, That Planet Earth turns slowly. It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep, 'Cause everything is never as it seems (when I fall asleep).
I'd like to make myself believe, That Planet Earth turns slowly. It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep, 'Cause everything is never as it seems (when I fall asleep).
I'd like to make myself believe, That Planet Earth turns slowly. It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep, Because my dreams are bursting at the seams
I'd never thought that turning 30 would come so quickly. It seemed like it was only yesterday that I turned 25 while studying at Penn and now, five years later, I'm 30 and am in a different place, Boston. My body doesn't feel like it use to. It takes longer to heal from sports injuries and the normal wear and tear of high impact sports takes its toll on my knees, back, and joints. My eyesight is beginning to fade and I find it difficult to focus on moving objects at night while driving. I'm also gaining weight and am at a hefty 160lbs at a size 30 waist. Gone are the days of my 135lbs size 29inch waist and emo wearing jean days. I'm getting old...however, I do feel more mature in the sense that I'm more comfortable with my body, its image, and my relationship with the world in which I live in. I'm glad to be alive and to remember that my life is a gift and every moment is extra icing on the cake.
I was born premature at 3lbs 15oz on Oct 5, 1979. At the time I was two months early and had to be incubated. My bones were soft and my legs were malformed--inverted inward so that the soles of my feet touched each other as if they were like clapping hands. I had special shoes designed for my feet with screws at their base with metal braces clamped onto them to slowly turn my feet outward. Over time I would soon outgrow my specialty shoes and don regular shoes to prove to the world that I could hold my own, that I could walk just like everyone else. Because of my premature status I had an under developed immune system and was constantly sick growing up and it later caught up to me and I had to repeat the 2nd grade. Moving from school district to school districts I was hard pressed to prove myself that I wasn't stupid, that I was smarter than most people and that I was destined to do great things. Of course I relied on my own abilities to advance my agenda but things never clicked into place until I became a Christian in my freshman year of college. From that point on God did a strange thing to me. Instead of glazing over my insufficiencies He actually allowed me to examine my flaws and by doing so gave me the realization that I was incomplete and needed something greater than myself to draw me out of my own depravity.
God gave me meaning in life and the life that was given is dashingly refreshing. It gave me a sense of security I have never experienced before and for the first time in my life I was truly joyful. Now I feel more assured about my faith in Christ, God and His plan for my life and its trajectory. I am more convicted of my calling and know, with confidence and security, that it will all go according to God's will. Good or bad, it's not my place to place moral judgments on what happens to me now or in the future. I am secure, are you?
I'm just glad that I wasn't born in China three decades ago; my life would have been drastically different and I'll remember that as I continue to celebrate life treating each and every day as if it was the first day of the rest of my life.
Following your heart and soul. What we do now and spend most of our lives building up to is, for the most part, a path that we hope would be the most optimal path that we take that would provide us with the maximum satisfaction. Wealth, fame, comfort, limited altruism, are all conscious and unconscious pretenses that we use as life-scripts to direct our lives. What comes of it as we reach our goals, our lifelong benchmarks, is a mystery until we stumble upon it and then and only then do we reassess our life priorities. Our pursuits now may not reflect our pursuits 5-10 years from now or they may well be the same. I guess it depends on your life experience and what we value, our ideologies, and life purpose.
Is your current 9-5 satisfying? Does it give your life meaning? Or is it only a means to an end? What then is your chief end? To work until you're gray and old and then retire comfortably? To have kids?
Do you question what you do? Have you ever wondered what your life would be if you were a fishermen? Or a garbage man/woman. What about being a philanthropist and donate your time and money? How about walking among the homeless and embed with them, teaching them about white collar culture; essentials to moving up on the socieoeconomic status?
We live in a life that sensationalizes the culture of entertainment and obscures the aspects of society that desperately needs attention. We focus on the individual at the cost of others. We better ourselves but yet we do little for those around us. What if what we're doing becomes a shameless automatic motion that obscures our true potential; an ability that would change the world around us?
Featuring Gary Go. It's like The Killers meets Keane. Enjoy!
