100 Years

The other day I was driving the kids to school, and I heard the most beautiful song on the radio. It was a song I'd heard a hundred times before, but had never really listened to. You know how it goes. : )

It was 100 Years, by 5 for Fighting. Wow. I looked up the lyrics online and was amazed at the number of people that this simple song has touched. It's really quite the work of art. It is achingly beautiful. . every note, every line. It's poetic in it's simplicity, shifting your perspective into clear and present focus, and you realize that this life is indeed, by definition, fleeting at best, and that time stops for no man, but is unrelenting and secure in it's resolve to move on. The video is quite possibly the most beautiful that I've ever seen, very simple and direct, but very symbolic and meaningful at the same time. At first glance, it looks like he's next to the ocean. . .



We have this poster, here at the house, that has a picture of a rock climber, holding his body up horizontally, halfway down the side of a sheer rock wall. He's using nothing more than his own brute strength, and it looks like something that very few people would consider possible, but yet there he is doing it. I guess it's all about perspective, It's all about how ya look at it, how people see things. Anyway, the song mentioned above reminded me once again of the shortness of life, and how every little thing we do and say. . . matters. We can take none of it back. The 'terrible dance' spoken of in A Christmas Carol. But it doesn't have to be terrible. . if we remember what's important. Everybody plays their own song, all intertwined, in harmony, to make up the music of life.

I'm so glad that I was not too busy, too distracted, to stop. . or at least slow down, and finally listen to the words of a song I've heard a hundred times before. To feel the music. : )

p.s. but it does not help, considering that I have 2 fifteen year old boys, to see the young kid in uniform. . .