In the midst of this MCAT madness, and everything else that has gone on in my life in the last couple of years, it's easy to lose perspective. To get lost in frustration, sometimes even pitch black darkness. But the song "Beautiful Day," by U2, helps remind me that today IS a beautiful day, regardless of what is happening, and that I shouldn't let it get away. I don't see it as a Pollyanna thing, but as a change in mindset. Deciding that I will make the most of the day, of any day. That doesn't mean it will be a perfect day, or even a great day. But it can still be beautiful.
Lyrics to "Beautiful Day," by U2:
The heart is a bloom, shoots up through stony ground
But there's no room, no space to rent in this town
You're out of luck and the reason that you had to care,
The traffic is stuck and you're not moving anywhere.
You thought you'd found a friend to take you out of this place
Someone you could lend a hand in return for grace
It's a beautiful day, the sky falls
And you feel like it's a beautiful day
It's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
You're on the road but you've got no destination
You're in the mud, in the maze of her imagination
You love this town even if it doesn't ring true
You've been all over and it's been all over you
It's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
It's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
Touch me, take me to that other place
Teach me, I know I'm not a hopeless case
See the world in green and blue
See China right in front of you
See the canyons broken by cloud
See the tuna fleets clearing the sea out
See the bedouin fires at night
See the oil fields at first light
See the bird with a leaf in her mouth
After the flood all the colours came out
It was a beautiful day
A beautiful day
Don't let it get away
Touch me, take me to that other place
Reach me, I know I'm not a hopeless case
What you don't have you don't need it now
What you don't know you can feel it somehow
What you don't have you don't need it now
You don't need it now, you don't need it now
Beautiful day
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