I look out the window
The birds are composing
Not a note is out of tune
Or out of place
I look at the meadow
And stare at the flowers
Better dressed than any girl
On her wedding day

So why do I worry?
Why do I freak out?
God knows what I need
You know what I need

Its already the weekend. Another week has passed and I have no clue how I'm gonna sit for the exams in May. I can't help but worry. Its a nagging thought inside of me. As with other things.

but Your Love is Strong.

I was just thinking about Life and Death yesterday. with the Herbert and Donne poems that created a rather sublime emotion in me. The feeling that us as man cannot effect any change. That there is no proper resolution to issues of life, or faith. Well, Faith can't be explained. Logic seems to be at eternal struggle with it. Anyway, about life and death, I mentioned. I can hardly grapple with life much less deal with death.

but what exactly is life without the knowledge of death? and vice versa. Its only through death that we start to see the significance and the value of life. Though both might seem to be unable to coexist at the same time.

I don't know. My thoughts are all over this morning. Well, at least its still morning for me. It seems life was much simpler in the middle ages. Yet, what would I make of simplicity if I never knew what it was to live in today? Life's defines itself in relation to other things. Like Saussure and his idea of linguistic value. To be honest,

its too early to ponder about life. mundane things like hunger calls.