Today I'm listening to: "California" by Phantom Planet
The answer is just around the corner. The only question is "Do I really want to know?". Sometimes the heavy air hanging in the sky is better then the knowledge of the worst. Isn't it? And shouldn't we make our own mistakes. Some people screw up less then the others. Does it mean that there should be rules about it? Ones get more for doing what's right. And the others get less, are less because of searching? I really don't quite understand how it all works. I'm confused, lost, alienated. And I will find out. Tomorrow I will know. I'd prefer not to. But I will do the right thing and hopefully it will work out. And if it doesn't? I will go where the wind blows. Tha'ts acutally what this song reminds me of. Fresh air, ocean breeze, living in the moment.
