Haftasonu NPR'da Frank Sinatra'nin sarkisini duydugumda " tamam, ihtiyacim olan sey bu" dedim. Cunku bir kac gunden beri, sinavlardan, projelerden, kutuphanelerde gece yarilarina kadar yapilan toplantilardan felaket sekilde sikilmis, neredeyse okulu birakacak raddeye gelmistim. Ama sarkiyi duydugumda, okuldaki bu en yogun donemin gececegini ve bu kendi kendine yaratilmis depresyondan kurtulacagimi hissettim. Umarim hislerimde yanilmiyorumdur.
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Aslinda biliyorum bu huzursuzlugun yaraticisi oldugumu ve kiziyorum kendime kendime. Aklima insanlarin hayatlarinda ne tip zorluklarla karsilastigi geliyor, kendime olan kizginligim o zaman obek obek artiyor ve sonra dusunuyorum. Aslinda yapilacak, soylenecek sey cok kolay, bunu 10 kere tekrar edersem halimin komikligine ben de inanacagim:
"Halime sukrediyorum, en azindan sagligim yerinde oldugu icin, inanilmaz bir ailem oldugu icin, sevdigim, sevildigim dostlarimin varligi icin".
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Eh uzerine biraz ders calismisim , ne olur ki diyorum......diyorum demesine de ben her bahar asik olurum misali, her sinav donemi huzursuz, huysuz cimcime olurum, kabina sigmayan bir aslan olur, kukrerim dururum, ardindan her firtina sonrasi sessizligi gibi durulur, kendi kabugumda sus pus olurum.
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Aldirmayin siz bana, hatta bu aralar dokunmayin mumkunse, alimallah durduk yerde aglar daha da komik durumlara gark olurum. Siz beni bosverip, Frank Sinatra'nin soyledigi bu guzelim sarkinin melodilerine bir an icin kendinizi verin ve hayata dair yasadiginiz guzellikleri, onun sizler icin hazirladigi surprizleri hatirlayin. Ve en onemlisi kisin yeni yeni bastirdigi bu gunlerde sagliginiza dikkat edin olur mu?? Hayatta en onemli seyin sagliginiz oldugunu unutmayin, cunku gerisi gercekten bos!
That's life, that's what all the people say.
You're riding high in April,
Shot down in May
But I know I'm gonna change that tune,
When I'm back on top, back on top in June.
I said that's life, and as funny as it may seem
Some people get their kicks,
Stompin' on a dream
But I don't let it, let it get me down,
'Cause this fine ol' world it keeps spinning around
I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate,
A poet, a pawn and a king.
I've been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing:
Each time I find myself, flat on my face,
I pick myself up and get back in the race.
That's life
I tell ya, I can't deny it,
I thought of quitting baby,
But my heart just ain't gonna buy it.
And if I didn't think it was worth one single try,
I'd jump right on a big bird and then I'd fly
I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate,
A poet, a pawn and a king.
I've been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing:
Each time I find myself laying flat on my face,
I just pick myself up and get back in the race
That's life
That's life and I can't deny it
Many times I thought of cutting out
But my heart won't buy it
But if there's nothing shakin' come this here july
I'm gonna roll myself up in a big ball and die
My, My
You're riding high in April,
Shot down in May
But I know I'm gonna change that tune,
When I'm back on top, back on top in June.
I said that's life, and as funny as it may seem
Some people get their kicks,
Stompin' on a dream
But I don't let it, let it get me down,
'Cause this fine ol' world it keeps spinning around
I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate,
A poet, a pawn and a king.
I've been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing:
Each time I find myself, flat on my face,
I pick myself up and get back in the race.
That's life
I tell ya, I can't deny it,
I thought of quitting baby,
But my heart just ain't gonna buy it.
And if I didn't think it was worth one single try,
I'd jump right on a big bird and then I'd fly
I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate,
A poet, a pawn and a king.
I've been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing:
Each time I find myself laying flat on my face,
I just pick myself up and get back in the race
That's life
That's life and I can't deny it
Many times I thought of cutting out
But my heart won't buy it
But if there's nothing shakin' come this here july
I'm gonna roll myself up in a big ball and die
My, My
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