A few years ago, my youngest brother saw Sir Paul McCartney in concert in Chicago. This youngest brother of mine, Selcuk, strongly encouraged me and my other brother Ahmet to see Sir Paul McCartney in concert as well. The only problem was, Sir Paul McCartney was not playing in Chicago again.
Long and short of it. My middle bro-ham, his g-friend, me, and my beau - we all flew down to Dallas to watch Sir Paul McCartney perform. My beau and I stayed at the Mansion on Turtle Creek (where I first met Nic Cage).
The night of the show, my bro-ham, his girl, my beau and I, we all went to dinner at some Tex-Mex place. My bro-ham raised his Margarita glass up and said, "And in the end...the love you take is equal to the love you make." And, at that point, I thought my brother was a poetic genius. He immediately said, "Are you retarded, that is a Beatles lyric, you know we're going to see Paul McCartney, right?
Well, I did not know the line from the song. But since that time, I think about it all the time. And, in the end, the love you take...is the love you make. Yes. Yes! Yes, you're absolutely right. What else would we be here for? You're right!
Ahhh....late, Friday night meaning of life blog posts whilst listening to Iggy Pop & the Stooges, that's what I really need to be doing.
In any case, of all the cases, and lastly, finally, having said all that.... Just believe it is true. Because, you get what you give and don't you want to be the guy who gave it all? I do.
(I'm not too clear on what I was trying to say in the last sentence but ... I think I meant it)