I started a song last night that I couldn’t find the words to finish. The melodies were there, but I couldn’t keep the thoughts going. The beginning of the song was all about not having a road map or street signs to follow, about roaming around, looking for an answer.
I guess I couldn’t find the answer.
I took another stab at it tonight, first in the form of a completely new song, and when I failed miserably at that, I went back to the one I’d already started. Neither attempt was fruitful.
Because we don’t have cable or even a digital converter in the house, I’m sitting in front of a self-updating live blog chronicling the 2010 BCS National Championship game. 2 and a half hours ago I had no idea what “BCS” was. I had no opinion on who should win the game once google told me what was going on. I’m still paying attention. It’s what I do.
Those two thoughts may seem ridiculously unrelated to you, but to me, they make perfect sense together. It’s something I’m not sure I want to completely verbalize, so I’m just saying it the way I’ve just said it, hoping that what I really mean will have been said clearly enough to empty my mind of the matter for the night.
I just try to remind myself that nothing is perfect and nothing is easy, and that the hardest things are usually the ones that are most worth it in the end.