Rhapsody-19

rhap·so·dy: A state of elated bliss; ecstasy.

I like this word a lot. You can probably tell, it's the name of my blog. As for the 19, I'll keep that to myself for now. People have told me in the past that my screen-names/email/usernames are really obscure, which is precisely why I choose to use them. I wish I had some deep, insightful meanings behind each one, but most of the time, I've got nothing. I'd wonder some more about the subconscious meanings behind even the most random of screen-names, but I get that that's a pointless thing to waste my thoughts on.

Er... I'm not getting any younger, I'll need to save my words from here on out. That brings me to another point: Children anticipate the day they become adults, and older people reminisce about the days of their youth. Is there some middle point in the midst of all this in which we as humans are content with our age? When have we lived just the right amount? I once read somewhere that humans are born to be miserable. I don't quite believe this, I just think this world makes it much too easy to live pathetic lives. But I suppose it's pretty pathetic to be fifteen and trying to understand a quirky world.

Well, no one likes to read a post that goes on and on so I guess I'll end it here.

Yeah, nothing is as great as it should be
'Cause this is the rehearsal
Yeah, in between the was and the could be
Love is the reversal