We Are All Innocent

One day
You'll have to let it go,
Oh One day You'll stand up on your own, you'll stand up on your own
Yeah
Remember losing hope,
Remember feeling low,
Remember all the feelings and the day they stopped
We are, We are all innocent, we are all innocent
We are, we are, we are,
We are all innocent, we are all innocent
We are, we are

Thanks to David Cook.



You ever heard songs that just capture you...sweep you off your feet, when even when your eyes are about to close, when you bow your head in listlessness, when you daydream yourself into oblivion, when life just bogs you down, and you wish you could pick up, leave everything behind and just attempt, again, to live a life of meaning.

These days, I wonder, and wonder again, what kind of life most of us lead. A life of meaning. What does that mean?

Will anyone mourn my passing? I remember Stephen Covey's message, one which I read while slumming it in KL, living on my meagre salary in KL. My uncle had given me the book, which I read befoer bedtime.

Begin with the end in mind. Visualize your funeral, and the people there - your family, colleagues, friend, strangers...? What would they say about you? What do you want them to say?

Somehow, along the road, I feel that I lost touch with the end. Tommorrow, next week, is another day, another chance.

I don't have anything to offer, but thoughts and dreams, and the wish to get out of here.

Enough is enough, isn't it?