unwritten

I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined

I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you

Open up the dirty window

Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance

So close you can almost taste it

Release your inner visions

Feel the rain on your skin

No one else can feel it for you

Only you can let it in

No one else, no one else

Can speak the words on your lips

Drench yourself in words unspoken

Live your life with arms wide open

Today is where your book begins

The rest is still unwritten

I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines

We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way

"Unwritten" by Natasha Bedingfield

i was listening to this song yesterday [and actually paying attention to the lyrics] when i thought "wow, she's so right!"

how many people actually stop and take in the little things in life? how many of us remember what rain feels like on your skin? how many of us really know how the rest of our life is going to be like?

sure, i take in the little things in life - i try my best not to squash the ants in my garden.. yeah, rain has the same feeling on your skin as water from dripping hair.. uh huh, i'm gonna finish high school and go to university before starting a career and getting married - my whole life is planned out.. RIIIIIGHT~

what about the rest? like noticing how the ants in your garden sometimes travel in orderly lines... and how rain has that smell that makes it different from just ordinary water.. or the things that might happen before you get that happy ending in life..

you know those twinings tea commercials [i think it's twinings] that go "twinings, makes everyday moments special"? yeah, things like seeing a brief reflection of light bouncing off the water from a dripping tap are the little things that we should count..

and talk more.. by talk, i mean really say something, not just making noises as you move your mouth [i tend to do that a lot].. let people know that you care about them.. those annoying chain letters that tell you to forward them to all your friends just to let them know you care have got the right concept, just not the right medium.. chain letters mean jack, so TELL THEM, dammit!!

when i look at it, the whole song's about how life is just starting and there's no definite ending to it [discounting death]. that last verse there is really - it didnt touch my heart or anything, but it's so true what she's saying. everyone i know [inc. me] makes so many cruddy mistakes you'd need all the legs of 5000000 colonies of ants to count them all.. but ' we are products of our past, but we don't have to be prisoners of it' [i got that off dear rick warren'.. no worries, mate, "today is where your book begins, the rest is still unwritten"