"Hey jude, dont make it bad.
Take a sad song and make it better.
Remember to let her into your heart,
then you can start to make it better.
Hey jude, dont be afraid.
You were made to go out and get her.
The minute you let her under your skin,
then you begin to make it better. "
I've probably heard the song millions and billions of times before but I've never actually thought about the lyrics as much as I did today. This probably has a lot to do with the fact that I've been sheafing through old scrapbooks and looking at grease-covered pictures of my twelve year old self. It's amazing how age has made me shy away from excellence and perfection. How idealism has been replaced by cynicism.This city has become a city of fragmented dreams,once conjured and of desires,once desired with a pure heart.The invincible demeanour ,the indomitable spirit and the quench for perfection are mere shadows of the Christmas past.
I found a picture of me smiling. A goofy, wide mouthed grin. Standing next to me was the only boy that I have truly loved. The only perfect love.
Maybe, just maybe there's still time to take a sad song and make it better. That's what keeps me going. That glimmer of hope. That one day, I will strive for perfection...again.
(this is a nice mellow cover)