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And now I can't tell if my mind is clear or just empty
'Cause days go by and all that's done is gone
Nights go by, all my dreams dissolve
And I start wondering
I start wondering
Am I awake at all?
Do I wake up just to fall?
Am I still here when I'm gone?
Am I awake at all?
Elise Trouw, Awake
Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.
Henry David Thoreau
But good enough is what makes people drink too much and snark too much and become bitter and sick and live in quiet desperation until they lie on their deathbed and wonder: What kind of life/relationship/family/world might I have created if I'd been braver?
Glennon Doyle, Untamed
Twin Peaks, The Danish National Symphony Orchestra
Somebody That I Used to Know, Mike Dawes & Tommy Emmanuel
Benedictus ‐ The Spark of Life, 2Cellos
Where I live, the phenomenon is almost never seen anymore. On the one hand, because my windows have insulating triple glazing (😁) and because of the changed weather (higher average temperatures) as a result of climate change.
Your poem and your second quote pose philosophical questions that I cannot answer, but which give me food for thought.
Your music links make viewing your beautiful render a relaxing activity. Your post as a whole is a very nice piece of work again!