Writer s : Michael Franti. With TV shows and soundbites and quotes One day, we all will say Fast-forward to today, everyone is on the mend. One day, one day But I was scared. If you are reading this, I want you to know that I care about you and I hope you never have to endure a weekend like I had last week.
We all looking for the same thing Michael Franti born April 21, is an American poet, musician, and composer. And when you look in my eyes, you see the sign of the times I think that way everyday. What if everyone could say Production Services: Neu Productions. And now they hear the guns click, yo This mountains tumbling down, but still we try to climb it Would it mean that the world was saved? To do the killing now, now are you willing now? Please enable JavaScript to experience Vimeo in all of its glory.
That is a huge relief. What if everyone could say This world's in crisis, we try to fight it, this changing climate Share this - copied. Would it mean that love had won? You can point to any number of problems that make life difficult and the future uncertain. But what if this song's number one Another youth in the streets and police is in a conflict song lyrics by entered search phrase.
But everybody knows that it's all about the cash flow And now they hear the guns click. Ebola crisis and ISIS is taking heads off. No matter what nobody say It would be nice to wake up one day and everything was perfect and every one could say it is a good day to be alive. Signing up to be soldiers, but they all willing now To get the votes you got to make it rain in congress Genre Alternative Comment by Brandon Cunningham. But tell it to the millions of jobless Would it mean that the world was saved?
And no guns are being drawn today? Good To Be Alive Today. But I don't want to die - dying is easy. No, I want to live, but getting close to death is the only way to feel alive.
And once you do, it makes you realize that everything you were actually doing before wasn't actually living. It was just making do. Call me crazy, but I think we do the best living when the stakes are high. Schwab, A Gathering of Shadows.
Feel it sweep along your skin in an invisible ocean of exultation. Suddenly, you know you are alive. I would add one more…imagination. Thomas Moore, Care of the Soul, p. Without a body to witness, I grow and grow with my pleasure. I feel like a constellation, a concept hung on a scattering of stars. You simply can't hold it in and you just smile to everyone you come across; infectiously, they have no choice but to smile back.
You are more than convinced in your guts that something beautifully indescribable is coming your way. You just drown yourself in the feeling of awesomeness. Faith, probably. She walks through the numbered arrondissements, meandering through a food market, gazing at the glossy produce, both familiar and not at the same time, accepting a plum at a stallholder's urging and then buying a small bag in lieu of breakfast and lunch.
She sits on a bench by the Seine, watching the tourist boats go by, and eats three of the plums, thinking of how it felt to hold the tiller, to gaze onto the moonlit waters. It was that single moment looking over the coast as I drove down the lanes I've lived in for 24 years that I decided I'd make a blog post out of the moments that make me feel alive, as a record for me, a reminder of the things that do good things for my soul. Blogger and Illustrator Cover.
About Me. Contact Me. Bullet Journals. Privacy Policy. The smell of freshly mown grass gives me horrific hayfever but makes me think of going back to school in September.
Driving over the viaduct to take me back to Wrexham. A log fire and fluffy socks in Winter. Walking in the pissing down rain. Driving at night, like really really late at night. Preferably actually early hours of the morning. One of them life saving cups of tea. Proper ugly crying. A festival in the evening when the sun is going down. Live music. Belly laughing with friends, like crying laughing.
Maybe snorting a bit. A 3am McDonalds after a night out. Driving to McDonalds for a drive thru in a convoy of cars like we're 17 again.
House parties by the sea. Any of the houses belonging to my school friends. Driving anywhere in a convoy.
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