Sometimes my day is a long “to do” list.  I make a new list for the next day before I leave work.  The list grows if I don’t finish the list from the day before and sometimes important things disappear off the list like my dance class, writing this piece or enjoying my life.  Even though we managed to have a society in which we seemingly avoid imminent danger of bears and lions, sometimes I feel that I am surviving the daily life.  Will today be a good day or a bad day?  On a bad day I say, well, there will be tomorrow.  On a good day I say, well, there will be tomorrow.  But there are days when I want the world to stop.  I want the morning, the afternoon, the night and the understanding that all of this is not in vain.

Isaiah, my almost five-year old son, asked, “Why does the singer want the world to stop?”

To a child, life is adventurous, and a simple activity is interesting.  We are too old to see the world that way and we are too young not to, because not seeing it is miserable.  We are a paradox of trying to do what’s best for ourselves and our families while ignoring ourselves and our families.  Has it always been a race?  The spring brings back our love and inspiration and the rebirth of a sacred dream.  I wish the world to stop so I can figure out which way to spin.

“I Want The World To Stop”
by Belle & Sebastian