Growing Up #16: Stop and Stare by OneRepublic

Stop and stare
I think I’m moving but I go nowhere
Yeah, I know that everyone gets scared
But I’ve become what I can’t be, oh

Stop and stare
You start to wonder why you’re here not there
And you’d give anything to get what’s fair
But fair ain’t what you really need
Oh, can you see what I see?
– Stop and Stare, OneRepublic

Some songs are more than songs, their lines run like verses of poetry. When you take the music out of it’s soul, something is still beating – its words.

Growing up it seems resonates so much with the chorus of this song by the wonderful OneRepublic.

The second verse you see:

I think I’m moving but I go nowhere

We run around, here, there, everywhere and then suddenly land back on square one, like an impending traffic jam was there all along and all we were really doing was trying a different route without understanding that it led to the same blockage.

But well,

Yeah, I know that everyone gets scared

maybe we’ll all in this together. This feeling of being like a spaghetti – twisted and turned.

That’s how everything around us prepared us:

And you’d give anything to get what’s fair

only to now change the rules of the game.

Wonder now:

But fair ain’t what you really need
Oh, can you see what I see?

what it really is.

Now, the full song. Adding music back to the words.


Growing Up – week 16 of writing about it. I might have slacked off this week, typing this on a Thursday. 

Growing Up #15: Alternate Lives

The week before last week, or last last week as the 12 year old me would say, I was in
conversation with a wise friend. Our conversation shifted to domain names, and the ubiquitous nature of them – always unavailable. My friend says it’s about being quick – finding alternatives. I say it’s about being lucky.

Perhaps it’s both, or neither. Either ways ‘unavailable’ is a tag attached unto many. And perhaps lucky enough to find an alternative is the next best thing there is. If so, then we must be a collection of alternative happenings, for a perfect collinearity of reality and want is a myth, existent only in the boxes of geometry.

If so, then we must be a wayward jumble of alternatives – shaped by all the things we couldn’t have. Thinking of ourselves as the next best alternative is rather strange, like looking at oneself not in the mirror but from the other side of the mirror.


Week 15 of writing a snippet a week, mostly on a Saturday. There are some cheat weeks of course, like  Monday or a Tuesday.