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Hello, I' m not a dancer at all, ooohhhh, but I'm a student, ooooh, I'll reveal the subject, it's psychology! The name of my text is One Day/ Reckoning Text, which is geared to a popular remix you might know. For everyone who's not common with the lyrics, I'll sing the lines I'm referring to: One day baby we'll be old, oh baby we'll be old and think of all the stories that we could've told.
Nonono, that hasn't been the plan. One day, baby, we'll be old, oh baby we'll be old and think of all the stories that we could've told. I, myself, am a master of tricks concerning self-deception. I'm a textbook infant facing tasks. A decelerated particle. Unable to achieve whatsoever. Enthused by carelessness, if someone else is living it. I'm thinking too much, waiting too much, take too much in hand and accomplish too little, I hold myself back, doubt everything. I'd love to be smart, that alone is pretty dumb. I'd love to say so much, but mostly remain quiet, because if I'd tell it all it just would be too much. I'd love to do so much, my list is very long, but I won't establish it all so I won't even start. Instead I'm operating my smartphone, keep waiting for Friday, „I'll do it later" is the baseline everyday. I'm as lazy as a pebble on seabed. I'm so lazy my patron is a ratfink. My life is like a waiting room, no one's calling me. I'm saving my dopamine, just in case. And one day baby I'll be old, oh baby I'll be old and think of all the stories that I could've told.
And you: You'll be mumbling the same old resolutions on New Years Eve into your champagne, and December you'll realize that you forgot about them again. So 2013 should've become the first year of the rest of your life, you planned to lose weight, get up early, go out more often, tackle your dreams, watch the news to gain more smalltalk-knowledge, but, like every year, your daily routine interfered. Our life is like a waiting room, no one calls on to us, we save our Dopamine, just in casen we'll need it. And we are young and we've got time, why risk something? We don't want to make mistakes, don't want to lose something. And there still is so much to do, our lists remain so long. And just like that, day after day keeps coming into that unknown land.
And one day baby we'll be old, oh baby we'll be old and think of all the stories that we could've told. And the stories we'll be telling instead are sad subjunctives, like: „One day, I almost ran a Marathon, and almost read the Buddenbrooks! And one day I almost stayed awake until the clouds turned purple again, and that one time we almost unmasked ourselves and recognized that we're the same, and then we almost told ourselves how much we mean to each other. And the fact that we just were too cowardly and lazy, we'll keep secret. And then we would wish that we could hang out here just a little longer. But when we get old and our days are counted -- that'll happen anyways - we'll recognize that we had nothing to lose, because the life that we want to live is at one's own choice. Let's write stories we're proud of recounting later. Let's stay awake till daytime, climb the highest roof of the city and sing the greatest songs by heart. Let's throw parties like confetti, watch the tumbling down, celebrating former feasts until the clouds are purple again. And let's have confidence in ourselves, no matter if that's crazy and whoever sees it acknowledges that courage is just an anagram for luck. So whoever we've might been, let's become whoever we want to be, we've been waiting too long. Let's waste Dopamine! The meaning of life is living. Even Casper knew that! „Let's make the most of the night!", even Kesha knew that! Let us make as many errors as possible and learn the most out of them. Let's sow good so we can harvest even better. Let's do it all, because we can, and don't have to. Because now we're young and animate and everyone should know!
Our time will pass, that'll happen anyways, but till then we're free and we've got nothing to lose. So let's unmask ourselves and see that we're the same, and we could tell ourselves that we mean a lot to each other. Because the life we're living we can choose for ourselves.
So let's go! Let's write stories we'd love to recount in the future. And one day, baby we'll be old, oh baby we'll be old and think of all the stories which belong to us forever.
Thank You.