sometimes you can't make it on your own

Blogs and bloggers are so egocentric. I don't know if I like that yet or not . A blog is basically a little soap opera, or a novela, or a platform where voyeurs and soul mates meet up. I'm on the fence right now with this online blogging business. My real journal misses me. My middle finger has no callous (insert metaphorical middle finger). On pretty paper with favorite pen, is where the real fun takes place. I have manifested every dream I've ever dreamt up on those pages. I used to keep an illustrated discovery journal. If a picture or idea caught my eye, I'd cut it out and I'd glue it in this journal.  In today's world, we call that Pinterest. I just joined and I absolutely love it. But right when I really start loving it, then I start hating it again, and not wanting all this progress. I want the world to be simpler. Scissors, glue, and a vision that you had to create, all on your own. Pinterest is like my illustrated discovery journal on steroids. I can't decide if I want a real, old fashioned lifestyle, or a fully virtual, fully connected, 24/7 life. It's odd how I am waist deep in both lifestyles. I need to make a move soon. I wish I knew how to play life like a game of chess. It annoys me when I play more like checkers, where my fate is bound to some good moves and a little bit of luck. And then, I also love that life is more like checkers most of the time because I'm pretty good at checkers, and can't remember the rules to chess.

This applies to friends and lovers. 

Sometimes you can't make it on your own by U2


Tough, you think you've got the stuff
You're telling me and anyone
You're hard enough

You don't have to put up a fight
You don't have to always be right
Let me take some of the punches
For you tonight

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go it alone

And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
Sometimes you can't make it on your own

We fight all the time
You and I, that's alright
We're the same soul
I don't need, I don't need to hear you say
That if we weren't so alike
You'd like me a whole lot more

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go it alone

And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
Sometimes you can't make it on your own

I know that we don't talk
I'm sick of it all 
Can - you - hear - me - when - I -
Sing, you're the reason I sing
You're the reason why the opera is in meâ

Where are we now?
I've got to let you know
A house still doesn't make a home
Don't leave me here alone...

And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you that makes it hard to let go 
Sometimes you can't make it on your own
Sometimes you can't make it 
The best you can do is to fake it
Sometimes you can't make it on your own