Let It Be Me by
Ray Lamontagne


I love the rain. Yes, it makes you way more quiet and calm than usual but it's refreshing. Today, friends commented on how things are not going as well as they can. I know how that feels.

Today, I was thinking about Fellini's La Strada.
It's about a girl name Gelsomina who marries Zampano who is an entertainer. Gelsomina is a quirky and carefree girl while Zampano is a big mean fellow. I thought about how I cried at the end of the film. Each and every step of the way, I wish Zampano could say, "Gelsomina, you aren't too shabby." But he doesn't. I won't spoil it. It's just sad how many people don't really live their lives. I mean, I can't say I live my life to the fullest. But it's so interesting that people ask for so many things while the opportunities are there. It's even worse when people act as though the finer things in life isn't that important.

I know a guy who doesn't believe in God and love. I imagine it to be lonely. He puts me down claiming that my beliefs are based on my emotions and whatever. As though, my beliefs are not based on fact... and he puts down experience. Maybe that's the problem. Experiences are valuable things and people take them for granted. The moment when you look at the first snow storm, or laugh so hard that you're about pee, or when you argue with your mom about something stupid. The tears, pain, falls, loves, likes, thoughts, dreams, songs, and heart means something. You really do have yourself in the end. But when you look back, you want to know that you gave something special and genuine to people. The last thought you want to have is true regret and avoidable loneliness.