Head In My Hands

"I hate my melodies, they're all the same ... I'm losin' sight again, I'm losing days ... Here I will stand, with my head in my hands"

What do you see when you look at your reflection? ...

What I see, and what others see of me, differs greatly ...

And I can't help but think that if I saw in myself a fraction of what others see in me I might actually pry my arse from this fucking rock I seem to be stranded on, and keep moving forward ...

Preconception ... What a bitch ...

Everyone, at some point, in their own ignorance, has had a preconceived idea of something, or someone, only to have that idea proved quite the opposite ...

When you don't have much invested in something it is easy to base your understanding of it on assumption, as you will be indifferent as to the final outcome ... If you don't care about something, then you cannot be let down by it ...

It's a basic concept, yeah? ... Ahh, nothing is that black and white for me ...

What if you have a preconceived idea of yourself? ... What if that preconception is negative? ...

The easy option, of course, would be to let the track play on repeat ...

To challenge yourself, when you've already set yourself up for failure ...

When you bet against the odds, bet against what others believe, you yourself require some belief in winning ... No matter how minimal, something resounds within ... A possibility, at least ... A chance of winning ...

I suppose what comes into play at that point is how much is at stake ...

Nothing will be gained from not playing ...

Alot can be lost ...

And if you're someone with nothing to lose?

Playing safe isn't as risk free as you think ...

Read the fine print ...

Do I keep knocking things down to distract myself from what needs to be built?

Soon enough there will be nothing left to pull down ...