Deep Thoughts on a Sunday Night

Lately I've come to understand what they mean by time has no meaning and there are infinitely many derivative lives co-existing. The way things are and have always been is the way you feel about it at this very moment.

You can have no regrets if you feel now the way you would like to have felt then, and you can change the reverse trajectory (I won't use the word past) of your life to be one of the lifetimes where it wasn't the way it was but the way you want it to be. Because what matters is the way you feel about it in your heart at this moment.

You are now the you who chose to feel this way. If the things back then shaped the person you are now, then change the way you felt about it in that moment in time.

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obscure Christmas songs mostly by singer songwriters. Seems somehow appropriate. Many seem darker and comment on our situation.
The Pogues

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Lyrics for "Fairytale of New York" by Pogues.

It was Christmas eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me: won't see another one
And then they sang a song
The rare old mountain dew
I turned my face away and dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I´ve got a feeling
This year´s for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
Where all our dreams come true.

They got cars big as bars
They got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It´s no place for the old
When you first took my hand on a cold Christmas eve
You promised me broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome you were pretty
Queen of new york city when the band finished playing they yelled out for more
Sinatra was swinging all the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night.

And the boys from the NYPD choir were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day.

You´re a bum you´re a punk
You´re an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse I pray god it´s our last.

And the boys of the NYPD choir's still singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day.

I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can´t make it out alone
I´ve built my dreams around you

And the boys of the NYPD choir's still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas day.

* The "Fairytale of New York" LYRICS/MUSIC are the property of the respective authors, artists and labels, the lyrics are provided for educational purposes only, If you like the song, please buy relative CD*

Thank you. So many ways lives could have been led. We have many decision points in retrospect, that could have taken us down other pathways.

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A society grows great when old men plant trees in whose shade they know they shall never sit. Allegedly Greek, but more possibly fairly modern quote.

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@Dawn's Meta

Of holiday themed social commentary.
Seems more appropriate than endless tingling bells.

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