Monday, November 21, 2005

Seasons of Love

Another week of ten hour days. I was bone tired because I stayed up too late. But I feel good emotionally. Better than usual. Biggest part is waking up to "Seasons of Love" from the Rent Soundtrack. We all need breakshit and angry punk music, but there is something to be said for waking up to something sweet and inspirational.

Second is, while listening to that song last night coming home, I realized that I shouldn't be complaining so much about the holidays with my family. Sure, we are gonna be extra-busy doing ALL the decorating at my grandmother's house, but my grandparents can't do it themselves so we should pitch in. Also, it is better to be really busy than have no one and nowhere to enjoy the holidays. It suddenly occured to me that all our big holidays lead up to the new year. You get a fresh start on New Year's Day, but first you get to mull over the past year during the holidays. Think about Christmas cards of old that contained news of all the important events from the past year, especially for people you don't see very often with a new picture of your family on the front. Also, for families that are spread out all over the country, the holidays may be the only time they are get together in the same place at the same time. Now that the internet and e-mail and cell phones and unlimited long-distance allow you instant and intimate communication with everyone, one has to work to NOT be in touch and to have something new to say.

Seasons of Love-Rent
COMPANY525,600 minutes,
525,000 moments so dear.
525,600 minutes -
how do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee.
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
In 525,600 minutes -
how do you measure a year in the life?

How about love? How about love? How about love?
Measure in love. Seasons of love.

SOLOIST 1 525,600 minutes! 525,000 journeys to plan.
525,600 minutes - how can you measure the life of a woman or man?
SOLOIST 2 In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried.
In bridges he burned, or the way that she died.

COMPANYIt’s time now to sing out,
though the story never ends
let's celebrate remember a year in the life of friends.
Remember the love! Remember the love!
Remember the love! Measure in love. Seasons of love! Seasons of love.

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