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Pick Your Problems

Es gibt kein schmerzfreies Leben — nur den Kampf, den wir wählen, und den, den wir erben, wenn wir uns nicht entscheiden.

Folk-blues · defiantSongtext von Thomas LukaschewskiOriginalsprache: Englisch

Verse 1

You want to be the kind of man who’s calm, admired, free,
But not the kind who has to bleed for any of the three.
You want the love that lasts, but not the slow repair,
The body that’s desired, but not the gym, the doubt, the care.

You say it’s all unfair — and sometimes that is true,
But what you do about it still belongs to you.
You don’t just want the outcome — you want it without price,
But every better life is built on sacrifice.

Chorus

You say you want it easy — well, that option isn’t real,
You’re always gonna struggle — it’s just choosing what you’ll feel.
You don’t solve the suffering — you just learn to like the strain—
Happiness is just a more convenient kind of pain.

Verse 2

You act like life just happens, like you’re dragged along the ride,
But every road you didn’t take was still a choice inside.
You say you’re overwhelmed — and maybe that is true,
But most of what you’re carrying is what you didn’t do.

You want a life that matters, but that’s never neutral ground—
It means you chose the battles and the things that wear you down.
You did not avoid the problem — you decided not to fight,
Then call it bad luck later when it slowly shapes your life.

Chorus

You say you want it easy — well, that option isn’t real,
You’re always gonna struggle — it’s just choosing what you’ll feel.
You don’t solve the suffering — you just learn to like the strain—
Happiness is just a more convenient kind of pain.

Bridge

You hoped that not deciding was a clever way to cope,
A quiet abdication that you dressed up as “just hope.”
But every time you step aside, you shape a smaller life—
Defined by what you wouldn’t face, and what you wouldn’t fight.

Final Chorus

You were never meant to win by getting out alive,
Or find a life so careful that it never had to strive.
The whole thing turns the moment that you finally understand:
A good life is a wound you chose with open eyes and steady hands.

© Traveler’s Mindset · Songtext von Thomas Lukaschewski

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