Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door
I know that I’m a prisoner
To all my Father held so dear
I know that I’m a hostage
To all his hopes and fears
Forget blame and think about taking responsibility for things you have done and do.
Think of it as owning your choices and giving yourself the opportunity to make different ones instead of saying “It’s the way it is.”
I talk to a lot of younger adults mostly in their in early to mid 20’s and I find the number one frustration they have is with the idea of authority. That anyone is entitled to tell them what to do or how to do it. My dad was raised that authority rules and you do as you’re told no questions asked. An idea many my age and older still hold dear as they feel as though it’s now their turn to be the authority.
Many feeling held hostage to ideas an concepts that this younger generation can’t stand and I am with them.
Crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thought
I’m afraid that’s all we’ve got
You say you just don’t see it
He says it’s perfect sense
You just can’t get agreement
In this present tense
We all talk a different language
Talking in defense
There are times in life I write things down because I need to get it out and I know that saying it out loud to someone will simply lead to more frustration. I said it in a piece a couple days ago, for some it would take an act of God to get them to open their minds to something different than what they think they know.
While the older generation tries to use authority, the younger generation responds to leadership.
The language of authority is refusing to budge and refuses to acknowledge much less answer questions about the choices they make.
The language of leadership is always looking for ways to do it better and listens to any who have an idea.
So we open up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
It’s the bitterness that lasts
So don’t yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective
On a different date
And if you don’t give up, and don’t give in
You may just be O.K.
As long as we argue, nothing gets done.
There is a very personal meaning for me in this second stanza.
We talk at times about people who sell out. We do it as a matter of judgement because we feel we have the moral high ground to do so. To me there is observation and there is judgement and the two can seem as though they are one in the same at times. I often find what we learn as time goes on can have a profound impact on what it is we thought we observed when then.
I always say “Rest, but never quit.”
Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It’s too late when we die
To admit we don’t see eye to eye
It is too frequent that we only listen to find our opportunity to say what we wanted to say and do not allow what is being said to really be heard. We already made up our minds about what we wanted to say and no one is going to change it.
We’ve all done it and I personally work at it as I catch myself from time to time.
We always take for granted that tomorrow will come and we will have another chance at it. We never know for sure what tomorrow will bring.
This song was written by a son to his father. So many children and parents have problems in finding that equal ground. I know at times I still do with my own parents, however I work at making sure it doesn’t get in the way as much as I can.
I also work at with my son to never have it become something that relates to this song.
I work at it.
It takes work and an open mind to attempt to understand their side and find new and different ways of explaining myself.
That’s not with parents alone, that’s humanity and every human relationship regardless of the title we give to the others involved.
It’s the choices we make when we don’t see eye to eye that define who we are in the moment. We can either work at resolution or revolution.
I choose resolution in the living years before it’s too late.