Carry On

I am constantly in search of inspiration.  Some kind of push, by something, in some direction.  I find myself amazed when nothing becomes visible to me because something is always happening in this world, and in the universe surrounding it.  It makes me think.  It makes me wonder.  How could I be so completely oblivious to what is going on around me?  I am, after all, a child of this universe.  How can I be so blind?  Maybe it’s because my body rhythm is off.  I was up at 6 am to help my parents set up for the Holiday Boutique that is run by the local Artisans group, of which they are both members.  The group does paintings and sculptures and photos etc.  I got back home from the community center between 10:30 am and 11:00 am., I read my e-mail then crawled into bed.  I slept for about three hours which is unusual for me to do in the middle of the day.  So maybe something is just off.  The problem with this is not that I’m off and having trouble feeling the push.  The problem is in how I react to it.  Take the preceding 195 or so words for example.  Going a bit off my track should be no reason to carry on as I am presently doing.  Yet I do carry on

“’Cause here we are
We are shining stars
We are invincible
We are who we are
On our darkest day
When we’re miles away
Sun will come
We will find our way home

If you’re lost and alone
Or you’re sinking like a stone.
Carry on.
May your past be the sound
Of your feet upon the ground.
Carry on.”

Fun. “Carry On”

And just like that I have something to write about.  Even if it’s about not having anything to write about. 🙂

The song by Fun. “Carry On” helped bring me out of my most recent depressive episode.  I hadn’t been listening to much music.  I hadn’t been doing much of anything really.  Just kind of existing.  Then one day I was looking at something on YouTube and it was a recommended selection.  I didn’t mean to click on it but for some reason I did so I listened to it, then I listened to it again.  I wasn’t starting to feel better right then, but over the course of a few days, I listened to it a number of times.  I also listened to a large portion of the related and suggested music.  Once again I was reminded of how powerful music is.  At this point I started seeing my therapist, I started making a bit of music of my own (more about that sometime later) and I was coming out of a powerfully sad place.  And Fun. was at the root of it.


“If you’re lost and alone
Or you’re sinking like a stone.
Carry on.”


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