- Sunday, February 28, 2010

Just fall. It's okay.



It's okay if I fall. It's okay if I bruise myself. It's okay if I fail. As long as I push myself to climb back up, despite all odds, and will myself to take another step of faith, believing in the impossibles to happen - I'm sure I'll one day, somehow or rather, succeed.

I'm once again reminded that creative people fall and fail - and they do so very often. Not because they want to, or that they're proud of failing; but because they know that every failure is a lesson learned. How else could one learn, if not for making mistakes?

I am embarking on an exciting journey. One filled with trial and errors. One in which I have no time or chance at all to laze around and relax. But one where I can expand my comfort zone. Oh, where I am standing now seems like sinking sand. I am shaken, pressed. But all is good, for I am challenged - for the better.

So,

Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter,
Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter.
Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade!

Don't tell me not to fly-- I've simply got to.
If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you.
Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade!

I'm marching my band out, I'll beat my drum,
And if I'm fanned out, Your turn at bat, sir.
At least I didn't fake it. Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it!
But whether I’m the rose of sheer perfection,
Or freckle on the nose of life's complexion,
The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye,
I gotta fly once, I gotta try once,
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, love is juicy,
Juicy, and you see
I gotta have my bite, sir!
Get ready for me, love,
’cause I’m a "comer,"
I simply gotta march,
My heart's a drummer.
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade!

I'm gonna live and live now,
Get what I want--I know how,
One roll for the whole shebang,
One throw, that bell will go clang,
Eye on the target--and wham--
One shot, one gun shot, and bam--
Hey, Mister Arnstein, here I am!

I'll march my band out, I will beat my drum,
And if I’m fanned out, Your turn at bat, sir,
At least I didn't fake it. Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it.
Get ready for me, love, 'cause I’m a "comer,"
I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer.
Nobody, no, nobody is gonna rain on my parade!

Don't Rain On My Parade 
Barbra Streisand

2 comments:

ah^kam_koko' said...

It's not easy to risk a fall but I guess you can handle it.
=)

Jon Chu said...

I think you can too.
It's just a matter of bravery and hard-headedness, if you get what I mean. HAHA!