J'ai trouvé d'autres choses à faire
Et d'autres sourires à croiser
Mais une si belle lumière
Jamais
Et voilà que, du sol où nous sommes,
Nous passons nos vies de mortels
A chercher ces portes qui donnent
Vers le ciel
La robe et l'echelle lyrics, par Francis Cabrel.
Le chanson est très beau.
Dad's coming home today, me and mum are going to fetch him from the airport. He's back from China, my yeye's funeral. The incineration of one more life. I've never thought or tried to understand life when I was small because I couldn't think in such a way that was so complicated. And when I've tried to think and understand life now, I'll get a headache. My eng teacher told us blatantly that life has no meaning. She showed us this comic strip that presented chickens as humans.
Box 1: The easy way of Life
Box 2 onwards showed the chicken waking up the sound of alarm in the morning, eats breakfast, brushes teeth and get dressed, gets a traffic jam while going to work, working in front of a computer, goes to home again, watches tv, sleeps. The cartoonist labelled each box with a number.
Box 8: Repeat steps 2-7 till death.
I second that. Actually a lot of people are living that kind of life, they realise it, but they can't do anything about it cos that's the way it has to go for them due to their circumstances and all that. I'm sick of waking up at the same time, doing the same things over again throughout the entire day, doing hw again at night, and sleeping at the same time again. But nobody has it easy I guess, not even loaded socialites cos life is always the way it is: ironic, most of the time.
Look at this:
Pink highlighted area=ham. Still got an appetite?
