Seasons of Life
me: tell me more about this song
buddy: well, it’s from later in his career…
after he’d lived a good part of his life.
buddy: i like the line that’s something like, “if there’s one thing i’ve learned in all my crazy years, it’s that life keeps running in cycles; first, there’s laughter, then those tears.” it’s quite true…
me: and then laughter again?
buddy: we simply have to accept the happiness, the sadness, the joy, the pain, the anticipation, the regret…it’s all part of the same thing.
me: what is the thing it is part of? life?
buddy: yes, the life cycle.
me: impart some more wisdom. wisdom about life.
buddy: life…life is like a box of chocolates…
me: tell me more about the chocolates
buddy: i have no insights…ok, a few.
1. i think it makes things easier to tie ourselves down, to give ourselves responsibility. this doesn’t allow us to wonder too much about what we should be doing; it makes us concentrate on what we have to do.
me: is it better to be tied down or not tied down?
is being tied down just a distraction?
buddy: well, it depends on your spirit, i guess.
sort of a distraction from asking too many questions…it keeps us in the matrix, if you will.
me: is it good or bad to ask questions?
buddy: good and bad…
bad because we may not like the answers.
good because we have to know…
it depends if you’re strong enough to take the answers.
buddy: it’s about acceptance.
[audio:http://www.marklamberti.com/cycles.mp3]“Cycles” – Frank Sinatra
His major contribution to the world was not a set of aphorisms. He was born in a turdy barn, grew up in a dirty world, got baptized in a muddy river. He put his hands on the oozing wounds of lepers, he let whores brush his hair and soldiers pull it out. He went to dinner with dirtbags, both religious and irreligious. His closest friends were a collection of crude fishermen and cultural traitors. He felt the spittle of the Pharisees on his face and the metal hooks of the jailer’s whip in the flesh of his back. He got sweaty and dirty and bloody – and he took all of the sin and mess of the world onto himself, onto the cross to which he was nailed naked.
You like my song?