“Let me take you down ’cause I’m going to Strawberry Fields. Nothing is real, and nothing to get hung about. Strawberry Fields forever. Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see. It’s getting hard to be someone, but it all works out. It doesn’t matter much to me.” -The Beatles, Strawberry Fields Forever
The setting sounds lovely and surreal. But it’s not about fields of strawberries, it’s about a Salvation Army orphanage that John Lennon grew up near in Liverpool. He uses the nostalgic setting to search for himself. It’s getting hard to be someone. But whatever. I don’t care. I know how he felt. I have no idea how to “be someone,” or if that’s even what I should be striving for.
Do I have to get an awesome job to be someone? I don’t know if I will get a job at all. I should be making a difference in the world. Am I? I’m no Mother Teresa, but I think I’ve helped people. I hope people I encounter benefit from knowing me. I try to love people and understand them, and to care about them even if I can’t understand them.
I’m lonely. Why? I have a great family, a wonderful boyfriend, a ton of friends. I do stuff. A glance at my thousands of nature photos from hiking and backpacking trips proves I have a pretty sweet life. But I’m still lonely. Probably just the weather and end-of-semester blahs. I wish I weren’t so flighty. Little things get me down. I need to be more deeply rooted, so nothing could shake me. Sometimes I feel like I’m living with my eyes closed, trying to just make life as easy as possible, ignoring a lot of potential.
This blog is worthless. Let me take you down, ’cause I’m going to Strawberry Fields. Nothing is real.