We approach yet another holiday season. Why is it that history seems to always repeat itself? I posted about that in my last post, I know, but it’s so true.

Come up to meet ya, tell you I’m sorry
You don’t know how lovely you are
I had to find you, tell you I need ya
And tell you I set you apart
Tell me your secrets, and nurse me your questions
Oh let’s go back to the start
Running in circles, coming in tails
Heads on a science apart

Nobody said it was easy
It’s such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh take me back to the start

I was just guessing at numbers and figures
Pulling the puzzles apart.
Questions of science, science and progress
Don’t speak as loud as my heart.
Tell me you love me, and come back and haunt me,
Oh, when I rush to the start
Running in circles, chasing tails
coming back as we are.

Nobody said it was easy
It’s such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy.
No one ever said it would be so hard
I’m going back to the start.

The Scientist, by Coldplay. The lyrics to this song are amazing. There’s no possible way I can express how much I wish I could go back to the start. Why can’t we? Slap me for asking that, because it’s a dumb question. Heck, what am I saying though? Life is dumb. I hate it. Why do things have to be so difficult? Why can’t we just all be honest? Why can’t things play out like they do in the movies? Or maybe not even like the movies, just let it play out like we would like it to, for one time. History repeats itself, again. Do you ever wonder why people come in and out of our lives if they seem to play absolutely no part at all? I do. I wonder why I’m caused so much grief and heartache if something doesn’t work out. I mean I pray to God, asking Him for everything to work out. Maybe I’m just selfish; Maybe I pray for the wrong reasons? I really don’t know, but sometimes I grow tired of this continuous loop I seem to be caught in. I don’t know what to do in my life sometimes. I don’t even know who to call friends anymore, who to call lovers, who to call acquaintances? See that’s why life is tough. That reason. We don’t know what other people are thinking. Why do we dance around the subject with issues? Why do we? That’s yet another eternal struggle that I deal with. It doesn’t seem fair. Can we not be honest? The world wants the best of both worlds in everything. I’m expected to be this honest, great, person, that tells how I feel, but yet I can’t get that in return. I guess time heals all wounds though.