Who Would Ever Want to Be King?

I've been making jam all morning. First I made peach and then blackberry. It all came out pretty well. I love to make jam although I need a great deal more practice. Still, it's nice to feel like you create something out of nothing. I've actually started doing a great deal. I took many classes in computers and technology in the last week or two. I started an ebay business to sell cookbooks (Yes, I collect cookbooks). I've started getting ready to go back to work. I know my love died in November, but is truly amazing how long it takes to get back to a semblense of your old self. I think I may have been much too judgemental of others in the past who I somehow mistakenly thought were taking too long to grieve (foolish me!) and now I know better. The song below is one that has fasinated me for some time. I use to listen to it and think that my day would come. I knew that for so long I had lived like a king. I felt that I did rule the world. Once my love was gone, it was as if I had to sweep the streets I once owned. I regret many mistakes I've made in my life. I woudn't change my love for anyone in the world past or present. I would, however, build my castles on more than just sand. Hopefully, if I build anything in the future, I will remember this.

Viva La Vida

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait  For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world--Lyrics by Cold Play
From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/viva-la-vida-lyrics-coldplay.html ]