Well it seems like I'm caught up in your trap again And it seems like I'll be wearin' the same ol' chains Good will conquer evil and the truth will set you free Then I know someday I'll find the key Then I know somewhere I'll find the key Well it seems like I've been playin' the game way too long And it seems the game I played has made you strong Well when the game is over, I won't walk out a loser And I know that I'll walk out of here again And I know that someday I'll walk out of here again Now it seems like I've been sleepin' in your bed too long And it seems like you've been meanin' to do me harm But I'll teach my eyes to see beyond these walls in front of me And someday I'll walk out of here again Yeah I know someday I'll walk out of here again But now I'm trapped...Oh yeah! Trapped...Oh yeah! --Trapped - Bruce Springsteen
He pulls a prayer book out of his sleeping bag Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag Waitin' for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass Got a one-way ticket to the promised land You got a hole in your belly and gun in your hand Sleepin' on a pillow of solid rock Bathin' in the city aqueduct The highway is alive tonight Where it's headed everybody knows I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light Waitin' on the ghost of Tom Joad --Bruce Springsteen - The Ghost Of Tom Joad
So begins the hunger for meaning.
--Allen Wheelis
--The Litany of Hate
Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree Travel the world and the seven seas Everybody looking for something Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you Some of them want to be abused. I want to used you and abused you I want to know what's inside --Marilyn Manson - Sweet Dreams
--Viktor E. Frankl
Try to see it my way do I have to keep on talking till I can go on while you see it your way run the risk of knowing that our love may soon be gone Think of what you're saying you can get it wrong and still you think that it's alright think of what I'm saying we can work it out and get it straight or say good night Try to see it my way only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong while you see it your way there's a chance that we may fall apart before too long... --We can work it out we can work it out
I am what I am I am my own special creation So come take a look Give me the hook Or the ovation It's my world That I want to have a little pride My world And it's not a place I have to hide in Life's not worth a dam Till I can say I am what I am I am what I am I don't want praise I don't want pity I bang my own drum Some think it's noise I think it's pretty And so what if I love each sparkle and each bangle Why not see things from a different angle Your life is a shame Till you can shout out I am what I am I am what I am And what I am needs no excuses I deal my own deck Sometimes the aces sometimes the deuces It's one life and there's no return and no deposit One life so it's time to open up your closet Life's not worth a dam till you can shout out I am what I am I am I am I am good I am I am I am strong I am I am I am worthy I am I am I belong I am I am I am I am useful I am I am I am true I am I am somebody I am as good as you Yes I am Gloria Gaynor - I am What I am
In fact, the opportunities to act properly, the potentialities to fulfill a meaning, are affected by the irreversibility of our lives. But also the potentialities alone are so affected. For as soon as we have used an opportunity and have actualized a potential meaning, we have done so once and for all. We have rescued it into the past wherein it has been safely delivered and deposited. In the past, nothing is irrevocably lost, but rather, on contrary, everything is irrevocably stored and treasured. To be sure, people tend to see only the stubble fields of transitoriness but overlook and forget the full granaries of the past into which they have brought the harvest of their lives: the deeds done, the loves loved, and last but not least, the sufferings they have gone through with courage and dignity. From this one may see that there is no reason to pity old people. Instead, young people should envy them. It is true that the old have no opportunities, no possibilities in the future. But they have more than that. Instead of possibilities in the future, they have realities in the past - the potentialities they have actualized - and nothing and nobody can ever remove these assets from the past. ... But today's society is characterized by achievement orientation, and consequently it adores people who are successful and happy an, in particular, it adores the young. It virtually ignores the value of all those who are otherwise, and in so doing blurs the decisive difference between being valuable in the sense of dignity and being valuable in the sense of usefulness. If one is not cognizant of this difference and holds that an individual's value stems only from his present usefulness, then, believe me, one owes it only to personal inconsistency not to plead for euthanasia along the lines of Hitler's program, that is to say, "mercy" killing of all those who have lost their social usefulness, be it because of old age, incurable illness, mental deterioration, or whatever handicap they may suffer.
--Man's Search For Meaning
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