Pointless post

What's the point of this post? Perhaps there's no point other than wanting to put something down on these dying pages of my blog. Much like everything else about life - dying. The moment we are born, we start to die. The beginning of everything also marks its end in time. That's how it goes, how the cookie crumbles, how the world turns. Everything ends. Eventually. Oh why did some things have to end sooner, I have no clue. But perhaps that is for the best. If it were gonna end anyway, what's the use prolonging it when doing so would only make the end seem more bitter and sad than it already is. If that's the fate of everything, why bother wishing for it to drag on. Ha, so much negativity that needs to be released. Well, not my fault. The workings of this world is a mystery to me. An ever greater mystery is the workings of a mind. Is there even such a thing as feelings? Isn't it all in the mind? It bothers me that I feel so much and I can't even rationalize with it. Why can't I make it stop? Why does certain things or actions bring out these things?

Sometimes I think: wouldn't it be nice to have no heart at all. Nothing to hurt, nothing to break. And maybe nothing of that dreadful thing called "love"...

Another song

Another song I heard recently that really struck a chord. You know the feeling of hearing a song and thinking that it must have been made just for you because what it says is just too familiar? Well, this is one of those for me, and I bet for a lot of other people out there too.

What hurts the most - Rascal Flatts
(shortened version)

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don't bother me
I can take a few tears now and then
and just let 'em out
I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again
I pretend I'm ok, but that's not what gets me

What hurts the most
was being so close
And havin' so much to say
And watchin' you walk away
And never knowin'
What could've been
And not seein' that lovin' you
Is what I was trying to do

It's hard to deal with the pain of losin' you every where I go
But I'm doin' it
It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends
And I'm alone
Still harder
Gettin' up, gettin' dressed, livin' with this regret,
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade, give away, all the words that I saved in my heart that I left unspoken

Not seeing that loving you
That's what I was trying to do