“We’ll chance anything to destroy ourselves, but we’re such chickenshits when it comes to happiness.” – “Homeland” by Sam Lipsyte
Another day. Thank God. I’m still on this side of the dirt.
Feeling good. No serious health issues. Taking care of myself and mine. Life is good.
“Why me Lord what have I ever done
To deserve even one of the pleasures I’ve known…………………………….”
Kris Kristofferson singing his song.
The music – the lyrics. Stops me in my tracks.
Funny, strange and even wonderful how that works.
“Try me, Lord, if you think there’s a way
I can try to repay all I’ve taken from you………….”
Whenever I hear this song I stop whatever I’m doing and listen. And as I do, something in my soul moves.
Those lyrics. So simple. So compelling.
I’m not a religious person. Well, I am, but I don’t share that part of me with anyone. It’s private.
I never respond to the laments, supplications, warnings, teachings, etc. of modern religion. So it baffles me. Why does this simple piece of music touch me so deeply?
I think I know the answer. But it’s private.
“He feared that his final sacrifice would be his immortal soul.” – “Hell or Richmond” by Ralph Peters