On Emerging Adulthood: "Helplessness Blues"

I was raised up believing I was somehow unique
Like a snowflake distinct among snowflakes, unique in each way you can see
And now after some thinking, I’d say I’d rather be
A functioning cog in some great machinery serving something beyond me

But I don’t, I don’t know what that will be
I’ll get back to you someday soon you will see

What’s my name, what’s my station, oh, just tell me what I should do […] –Helplessness Blues, Fleet Foxes

The first time I heard this song was on East Ave, while waiting to turn into Wegmans. It was sunny out. And I struggled to find the worn-down nubbin of a pencil I keep beneath my dashboard exactly for moments like this. When I need to know, need to hear again, that song. (Clearly, didn’t yet have my iPhone or I’d’a Shazam’ed that ish.)
You see. My life hasn’t gone “as planned.”
I’ll get back to you, someday, and we’ll see.
♥ .

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