Most seek for a deeper
Meaning
Beyond their daily woes
Most see nothing more then
Black clouds it’s all that
They know
We become our scars
If we let them
But all that we truly need
Is out there for the taking
We scream every word
It’s brought us together
Every lasting scar
Reminds us how we got here
We scream every word
It s brought us together
Every lasting scar
Shows what it’s taken to
Be who we are
Some dwell into emptiness
The hurt they claim is real
Been let down
Now it’s meaningless
They find ways to conceal
Never to be seen again
Until it’s all too late
And if we don’t learn
From it all
We'll repeat the same mistakes
We become our scars
If we let them but all that we truly need
Is out there for the taking
Great song. What it says to me is that we've all got scars in our lives from past pains that make up who we are today; but, do not let those scars DEFINE who you are today. Don't dwell on the fact that you ARE scarred, but learn from the hurts you've received.
What brought this up was a story I saw on the news the other morning. What I was doing watching the news at 630 in the morning is beyond me, but there I was, chilling, watching Katie Couric walk down a hospital hallway chatting with a woman who had had both her hands and face eaten by a chimpanzee. I'm going to say that again. She had BOTH OF HER HANDS AND HER FACE EATEN BY A CHIMPANZEE.
And lived. And is happy to be alive. And is still friends with her negligent ass-clown of a boss who IGNORED her repeated requests to get rid of the monkey.
Being the twisted fuck that I am, I thought about that for a minute. Losing a hand is one thing... No more Guitar Hero, no more shooting rubber bands at your co-workers, no more slapping five after goosing a waitress... It's a lot more common than you might think. I imagine most people have met someone who has lost a hand or some fingers, and is living almost totally unaffected. But to lose your face?! According to the report, she suffered the "loss of her nose, upper and lower lips, eyelids and the bony structures in her mid-face". I don't know about other people, but I USE my face quite a bit! Most days, actually! What life could this woman possible have after that? She doesn't even have fingers left to scratch her nose that ISN'T FUCKING THERE anymore!
Here is the best part... all she has to say about it is "I'm the same person I've always been. I just look different. There's things that happen in life that you can't change it. You know, it's a tragedy." She can't even cry about it because they REMOVED HER EYEBALLS just last month. And even after that... she just shrugs her shoulders and says life goes on.
My last word on it is this: We only get one life, but we all get the same amount of death. Keep it going as long as you can.
The Angry Man
What brought this up was a story I saw on the news the other morning. What I was doing watching the news at 630 in the morning is beyond me, but there I was, chilling, watching Katie Couric walk down a hospital hallway chatting with a woman who had had both her hands and face eaten by a chimpanzee. I'm going to say that again. She had BOTH OF HER HANDS AND HER FACE EATEN BY A CHIMPANZEE.
And lived. And is happy to be alive. And is still friends with her negligent ass-clown of a boss who IGNORED her repeated requests to get rid of the monkey.
Being the twisted fuck that I am, I thought about that for a minute. Losing a hand is one thing... No more Guitar Hero, no more shooting rubber bands at your co-workers, no more slapping five after goosing a waitress... It's a lot more common than you might think. I imagine most people have met someone who has lost a hand or some fingers, and is living almost totally unaffected. But to lose your face?! According to the report, she suffered the "loss of her nose, upper and lower lips, eyelids and the bony structures in her mid-face". I don't know about other people, but I USE my face quite a bit! Most days, actually! What life could this woman possible have after that? She doesn't even have fingers left to scratch her nose that ISN'T FUCKING THERE anymore!
Here is the best part... all she has to say about it is "I'm the same person I've always been. I just look different. There's things that happen in life that you can't change it. You know, it's a tragedy." She can't even cry about it because they REMOVED HER EYEBALLS just last month. And even after that... she just shrugs her shoulders and says life goes on.
My last word on it is this: We only get one life, but we all get the same amount of death. Keep it going as long as you can.
The Angry Man
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