I'm listening to: Alphaville - Forever Young

Let's dance in style, let's dance for a while
Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies 
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you going to drop the bomb or not? 

I watched Napoleon Dynamite again this afternoon (they have it on HBO Demand, can you believe it??) and never having been to a school dance, I only hope I will one day get the opportunity to dance to this song with someone cool. If I left with no choice, it'll just be on my wedding playlist or something.

Pffffffftt.

I'd meant to blog about this awhile back but kept putting it off. I don't think it's unreasonable to assume that there are some pivotal events that define what's to follow; perhaps for the rest of your life. On these moments center a distillation of existential lucidity - from the height of one's emotional range, perception of individual value as well as perspectives of the world at large, and God only knows what else. Unfortunately, we often feel the full effects of its significance only in retrospect, not unlike the manner in which one regards a particularly moving dream upon awakening.

When we live in anticipation of these milestones on which much of personal time converge, there's a hell lot at stake. In paving the way for their arrival, because we can hardly count on being presently aware of their occupation of time, it is inevitable that we might inadvertently ruin the 'natural course' of events by pre-empting and additionally diverting their occurrence.

It sounds like an awfully silly thing to be bothered by, but not for (I just learnt this term) an eternalist. It's a position I can't help falling back on, despite its impracticalities. I'm embarrassed saying that. When all you're getting is older, the last thing you want is to look back on the past with acute regret. It's so hard to shake off the instinctive tendency to disengage (to some degree) with the present in view of some transcendental higher order of things which is, ironically, only available on an impossibly macrocosmic scale.

Those who claim that ignorance is bliss seem to be occupied only in the moment. Then again, who's to say that realization, purely by virtue of chronological supersedence, always offers greater truth value when the context isn't everchanging? Still, like that's a comfort.



Youth is like diamonds in the sun
And diamonds are forever 

So many adventures couldn't happen today
So many songs we forgot to play
So many dreams are swinging out of the blue

We let them come true