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Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred moments so dear
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure -- measure a year?

In daylights -- In sunsets
In midnights -- In cups of coffee
In inches -- In miles
In laughter -- In strife

In -- Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life?

How about love?
How about love?
How about love?
Measure in love

Seasons of love
Seasons of love

How do you measure a lifetime? In seasons of love? In moments, in events?

I sat at home this weekend and got pretty baked. A nice stress reliver from what was going on in my life at this present time. My folks came up on Friday, and I saw patrick on saterday night. Which would be enough for anyone to need just a little bit of a break.

And in my stoner state of mind, it really made me start to think of those moments in my life where I had no clue of the future, and didn't think I'd every pass that moment. And in retrospect, it made me realise how far I have come in such a short period of time. How life isn't measured in "years", but in events. Events. Graduating college, Graduting high school, that first job, that first house.

It sparked my interest. That's all

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In retrospect, it boggles the mind, certain events that have happened in my life, and for ever reason they stick out like a sore thumb. Each of them for there own reason, and yet in the grander skeme of things are the pieces of the whole-for each I've learned from, or gained some type of knowledge. However at the instant of that moment, I didn't think I'd be where I am now-its almost this mind photo snapshot where I can think of a situation and be right there-as in London, a momement in london on a back street, lost, but not scared.. the air, what I was prob. wearing, the people I met... it strikes me...

possibly because I wonder the 5 people I'd meet in heaven, and what they would show me about my hum-drum life.

ITs almost for awhile there was this dark tunnel...and now there is light. That this is reality, in all its shapes and forms and concepts. THat reality is what we make of it.

Maybe I'm diggin' a hole here.

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