Don’t tell me you don’t know what love is
When you’re old enough to know better
When you find strange hands in your sweater
When your dreamboat turns out to be a footnote
I’m a man with a mission in two or three editions
And I’m giving you a longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book
Chapter one we didn’t really get along
Chapter two I think I fell in love with you
You said you’d stand by me in the middle of chapter three
But you were up to your old tricks in chapters four, five and six
The way you walk
The way you talk, and try to kiss me, and laugh
In four or five paragraphs
All your compliments and your cutting remarks
Are captured here in my quotation marks
Don’t tell me you don’t know the difference
Between a lover and a fighter
With my pen and my electric typewriter
Even in a perfect world where everyone was equal
I’d still own the film rights and be working on the sequel
Every Day I Write The Book – Elvis Costello
Is that the 80’s or what! Don’t you just love the Charles and Diana look a likes? The lyrics perfectly describe youthful love, the in between years after Jr High, but before you start to settle down. A time when relationships were as fleeting as the last rays of sun on a winter day. But I also see a different parallel to my every day life.
I see every day as a chance to write more than a page, but another chapter in my life. Each day is so much more than can be written in just a few hundred words, each day is a chapter full of sights and sounds, smells and tastes. A day of wonder at the sky and clouds, searching for a thought to surround the view, encompass the colors. The fresh smell of the trees in spring, the scent of salt water fueling your fantasies with images of faraway lands covered in swaying palm trees.
The taste of fresh fruit, savoring every splash of flavor as it accosts your senses with it’s brilliance. The feel of a cool breeze flowing over your skin combined with the warmth of a thousand rays eager to lull you into sleep. The soft cry of birds courting in the sunset, the sound of joy and fulfillment for a lover found. All of these and more fill my days, brightens my soul.
Such are the thoughts of a simple man trying to make his way in this world. Each day brings me closer to the dream, one more step down the path towards my final destination, my vision of what will bring me happiness. Only through hard work can we hope to achieve a life worth living. Only through sacrifice can we finally behold what brings us the most joy. Only through an understanding of oneself can you do more than dream. Every day I write the book of me.