It's a folk singer's job to comfort disturbed people and to disturb comfortable people
Woody GuthrieRead
Life's pretty tough . . . you're lucky if you live through it.
Interpretation
Life is challenging and survival is a matter of luck.
Woody Guthrie's quote highlights the inherent difficulties of life, suggesting that merely navigating through its struggles can be a daunting task. The acknowledgment that it's a stroke of luck to make it through underscores the unpredictability and harshness of existence, pushing us to recognize and appreciate the moments we do endure.
In practice
In a speech about resilience, you might say, 'As Woody Guthrie said, life's pretty tough; you're lucky if you live through it.'
It's a folk singer's job to comfort disturbed people and to disturb comfortable people
A folk song is what's wrong and how to fix it or it could be _x000D_ who's hungry and where their mouth is or _x000D_ who's out of work and where the job is or _x000D_ who's broke and where the money is or _x000D_ who's carrying a gun and where the peace is.
The world is filled with people who are no longer needed -- and who try to make slaves of all of us -- and they have their music and we have ours.
Nobody living can ever stop me. As I go walking my freedom highway. Nobody living can make me turn back. This land was made for you and me.
It's round the world I've traveled; it's round the world I've roamed; but I've yet to see an outlaw drive a family from its home
I hate a song that makes you think that you are not any good. I hate a song that makes you think that you are just born to lose. Bound to lose. No good to nobody. No good for nothing. Because you are too old or too young or too fat or too slim too ugly or too this or too that.
I'm just tired of everything…even of the echoes. There is nothing in my life but echoes…echoes of lost hopes and dreams and joys. They're beautiful and mocking.
I went through the extremes of amazing notoriety and also the dreaded things that you never thought you'd have to live through. Not everything works the way you want it to, but if I sit back and think, 'Am I happy about this?' Yeah. I wouldn't have done anything any better.
When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I.
After my husband died, I could not write much - I could not concentrate. I was too exhausted most of the time even to contemplate writing. But I did take notes - not for fiction, but for a journal, or diary, of this terrible time. I did not think that I would ever survive this interlude.
And I can't be running back and fourth forever between grief and high delight.
I'm only asking you to stop every so often and turn off your mobile device, put down the Angry Birds and the Words with Friends and take a moment. Stop to look up and look around. Pause and check in with yourself - and spend a moment there.
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