thank you harry and friends

memories can be some of the most wonderful inspirations for emotional experiences and listening to harry chapin music can bring instant excitement, relaxation, and tears to my eyes like the release of a hug from an old friend... and sometimes, wonderfully, it can be an old friend that helps bring back the peace and pleasure and centered solace of acceptance and joy that allows perhaps the most beautiful perspective the human mind can achieve in this life, a wonderfully wonder-filled contentment and satisfaction that allows for pause and a sense of completeness in the moment with just enough undercurrent energy of the innocence of hope and excitement and anticipation of more sharing, caring, and memories to provide incentive and motivation to continue... it is a moment of sorting through the clutter of the mind and bringing a sense of order to the filebox that is the mind and a peaceful understanding of the experience of this life... and when i rearrange the pieces of the puzzle of my past, i can smile at the heartaches and relive the laughs and harry chapin's words in his story songs help more than any other single individual source of aide or inspiration...

i do remember when the music - and words (thank you beegees) - mattered much more than they seem to matter today... still, there is a certain dissociative madness to my perspective, a carefree contentment with self that allows me to understand that anything and everything we do in this world is as meaningful or meaningless as we want it to be and what determines the meaning is the sharing we do... the tree falling in the forest has no meaning until it is shared, even if just in the concept of this thought... and perhaps that is why i've never been driven (but then, maybe i'm wrong, aye moody blues? lol lam) to do anything in this world on any must have some meaning scale unless there was some hope of sharing (the sharing that is what life is all about, after all) and perhaps that is what relating to myself as (and actualizing in this life) a shooting star (however my actions may be viewed) represents to me... the hope for sharing remains... but then, i've always been someone who thought that when someone is too far gone to actually want to fit into this world, that's a good thing...