You can live the life you like
You can even marry Harry
But mess around with Ike
Good, isn't it?
Grand, isn't it?
Great, isn't it?
Swell, isn't it?
Fun, isn't it?
But nothing stays
This song has been lingering in my head these days.... with flighty lyrics that probably no one bothers to remember.
But I do. And the lyrics do make sense.
We can choose to like the life that we're living
We can also choose to live the life that we like.
The decision's entirely up to us, and that's good as it can get.
What struck me was the last line: "But nothing stays" Does anything stay? In this tumultous year I've seen enough breakups to reach a low that can possibly match our Straits Times Index. There's a dearth of love and romance in the air, and every turn I see masked loneliness amidst the false smiles in the company of friends.
Let's hope that things get better after the war. Yup, I know that war has nothing to do with it, but surely relationships would get better.
Even my own.