Niemand kan tegelijkertijd zowel de boom als de vrucht zijn

Dat was de citaat die Paulo Coelho me gaf voor de laatste week maar ik ben er nog steeds niet echt achter wat hij bedoelt. Deze week mag ik nadenken over: "Wie problemen niet erkent, zet de deur voor ze open, wat volgt is een drama".
Dat belooft...Misschien moet ik het probleem erkennen dat ik liever teken, lees en youtube filmpjes bekijk dan studeer, ah nee wacht...Dat heb ik nu net gedaan. Waarom begon ik ook met de hunger games te lezen?

Changing like the river

I like dreaming that I can fly
free and high up in the air
like a leaf surrendered to the wind
without gravity being there.

But though my head is in the clouds
they say I'm like the water
with ups and downs, just like the tides
caused by my pale cold mother.

And as for element number three
even though many do not see
I like to believe that I'm not burned out
there is still a spark in me.

My flame is fade compared to all those stars
In the shadows of those higher trees, I haven't really grown
I have to get out of here
for if there is one thing I'm not, it's  stone.

I'm not an underdog
It's just that I'm no winner
I'm not strong and stable like a rock
But I keep changing like a river.

I don't know wich way I'm going
Don't know wich path to choose
I just know I'll keep on floating
as long as my feet are lose.

No way that I can stand my ground
I know some rock would push me away
I am not rooted to any ground
I'll just run and get astray.

So go on life and harden me
make me stand up every day
We all know you don't like easy
I wouldn't want it any other way