The northlondonhippy

Archive for November 23rd, 2008

Well I’m four years from fifty,
How’d I get to be…
Four years from fifty,
It’s a ter­ri­ble age to be.

And the title up there, star­ing you in the face like a mis­er­able old man is refers to where I’m at right now.

I’m feel­ing full of regrets and seek­ing redemption.

Does any­one know where they hid the redemption?

What would it mean to be redeemed? Would I need a spe­cial coupon for that?

The thing is, I don’t have any spe­cific regrets, like I wish I did this, or I should have done that. My regrets are more general.

Like I wish I spent more time with my parents.

Or I wish I wasn’t my own best and most suc­cess­ful enemy.

Those sorts of things.

Things you can’t change.

But what about the things you can change.

Like your socks.

Besides your socks.

What if you could change things?

Is that what redemp­tion is?

If it is, then I’m fairly cer­tain I’m screwed on the redemp­tion front. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.