The Killers have this song, that I listen to damn near everyday.

Now that doesn’t matter to you, however for me, it’s a reminder of all the things I have yet to do.

When there’s nowhere else to run
Is there room for one more son
One more son
If you can hold on
If you can hold on, hold on
I want to stand up, I want to let go
You know, you know – no you don’t, you don’t
I want to shine on in the hearts of men
I want a meaning from the back of my broken hand

Another head aches, another heart breaks
I am so much older than I can take
And my affection, well it comes and goes
I need direction to perfection, no no no no

If you can, hold on.

What if you can’t hold on?

Let go, and see where life takes you. That flow of life that we think we know better than.

How can one shine on in the hearts of any?

One has to be pure. One has to purify oneself. Only one who is pure of heart can shine on in any. Anything less will taint the hearts of any.

In experience, I’m well over 100, even though physically I’m 47. My affection does indeed come and go. However I’m in no need of perfection, that’s only an idea.

Help me out
Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don’t you put me on the backburner
You know you got to help me out

Everyone thinks they need help from others, now think for yourself and help yourself out. No one can help anyone that is not gong to help themselves. All one can do is provide assistance or be an enabler.

Enabling lets that one who needs, to sit in their needs and never do anything about it.

Assistance allows one to be of aid to one who is helping themselves.

I don’t need to help anyone out and I don’t need anyone’s help.

I do need the assistance of those who offer it. I do need to assist those who are helping themselves.

Think of that as a daily mantra.

And when there’s nowhere else to run
Is there room for one more son
These changes ain’t changing me
The cold-hearted boy I used to be

Everything and everyone changes. Their ideas may not change, however they do change and eventually they will die.

I like to think in terms of evolution. We are in the midst of an evolution of the species that is homo sapiens. Some of us have evolved, some have not.

I feel real sorrow for those who will not evolve. However I can’t remain in sorrow. What I can do, is be at peace with the fact that not everyone is meant evolve.

It’s not easy, however it’s worth it.

Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don’t you put me on the backburner
You know you got to help me out
You’re gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you’re gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you’re gonna bring yourself down

As one does not help themselves they wish everyone to go through what they are going through.

I got soul, but I’m not a soldier
I got soul, but I’m not a soldier
I got soul, but I’m not a soldier
I got soul, but I’m not a soldier
I got soul, but I’m not a soldier
I got soul, but I’m not a soldier
I got soul, but I’m not a soldier
I got soul, but I’m not a soldier
I got soul, but I’m not a soldier
I got soul, but I’m not a soldier

I used to have a short lived blog called “Souldiers for Peace.”

I was an Airman, I severed in the United States Air Force. I let go of the idea that I sever any country, instead I like to think I serve the Earth.

Over and again, last call for sin
While everyone’s lost, the battle is won
With all these things that I’ve done
All these things that I’ve done
(Time, truth, hearts)
If you can hold on
If you can hold on

I’m not sure if any battle was ever fought, or if anyone won, or if we would know the difference.

What I do know is that each and every day we have a choice to be a dick, pussy, or asshole. I often choose dick, because dicks fuck assholes and some assholes need to get fucked. I keep it simple, because anytime you complicate shit you end up being a pussy that needs to be fucked.

I don’t care what you think about it, it works for me. That’s who it needs to work for. This is not personal truth, it is opinion.

That’s the truth.