He Went to Paris

He went to Paris looking for answers
To questions that bothered him so
He was impressive, young and aggressive
Saving the world on his own.
But the warm Summer breezes
The French wines and cheeses
Put his ambition at bay
And Summers and Winters
Scattered like splinters
And four or five years slipped away.

Then he went to England, played the piano
And married an actress named Kim
They had a good life, she was a good wife
Bore him a young son named Jim.
And all of the answers and all of the questions
He locked in his attic one day
'Cause he liked the quiet clean country living
And twenty more years slipped away.

Well the war took his baby, the bombs killed his lady
And left him with only on eye
His body was battered, his world was shattered
And all he could do was just cry.
While the tears were falling, he was recalling
The answers he never found
So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean
And left England without a sound.

Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilin's
And drinks his green label each day
He's writing his memoirs and losing his hearing
But he don't care what most people say.
Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion
If he likes you he'll smile then he'll say
Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic
But I had a good life all the way.

And he went to Paris looking for answers
To questions that bother him so.


Of course, we all knew the wise man JB would end up in here eventually, and he probably will again! :)

Questions that bother us so? Hmmm. Questions about life? Love? Happiness? Those ever so famous unanswered questions. The What Ifs, Whys and How Comes. We all have them. Some of us ignore them and go about our day while others actually go out in search of them. If we can 't find the answers we are looking for, do we stop and see whats here? Do we move on and keep trying? How far do you have to go to find them? Do you have a special place close by you can go and reflect? How far have you gone in search of your answers? If you didn't find them, did you give up? Ask new questions? Do you send your question's out to the universe? Leave the answers up to the fates? Alter thing's a bit to get a different outcome? What happens if you don't like the answer's you find? What then? Does that stop you from searching?
As you grow, I'm sure the question's change. Where will I be in 5 years? Why am I not married? What if I chose this path instead? If you are content and happy do you lock the questions away for another day or is that your answer? Is anyone ever really content and happy? Seriously? We may appear to be but there is always something more, something or someone missing. I'm happy here, but I know I could be happier somewhere else!

He searched for the answers in several places, stayed put, moved on and lived his life in the process. He had to look back to see this though. Bad things happened, good things happened. He lived his life, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic, But he had a good life all the way.

Can you look back on your life and say the same? What would you change if you could? Where would you go searching for your answers? What are the question's that bother you so?

I often wonder where I would go to find my answers. What am I looking for? What are my questions? I've often said that I would love to live in a cottage on the shore line of NC somewhere and that when I retire it will be in a boat. Travel the world, decide that morning, if I move on or stay put. Will I have other questions by then or will the answers to the one's I have now, change all that anyways?

As we all know Dorothy thought she had to go over the rainbow to find what she was looking for.. A place where there isn't any trouble. Do you suppose there is such a place, Toto? There must be. It's not a place you can get to by a boat or a train. It's far, far away. Behind the moon, beyond the rain...
But we all learned in the end, There's no place like home. Because she learned that.. I - I think that it - it wasn't enough to just want to see Uncle Henry and Auntie Em - and it's that - if I ever go looking for my heart's desire again, I won't look any further than my own back yard. Because if it isn't there, I never really lost it to begin with! Is that right?

So yep, now we've gone from Paris to Oz..



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Kristi