It's too late to apologize

I was listening to a song a moment ago, Apologize by One Republic.

I'm holding on your rope,
Got me ten feet off the ground
I'm hearin what you say but I just can't make a sound
You tell me that you need me
Then you go and cut me down, but wait
You tell me that you're sorry
Didn't think I'd turn around, and say...

It's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late

I'd take another chance, take a fall
Take a shot for you
And I need you like a heart needs a beat
But it's nothin new
I loved you with a fire red-
Now it's turning blue, and you say...
"Sorry" like the angel heaven let me think was you
But I'm afraid...

It's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late

Bridge (guitar/piano)

It's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late
It's too late to apologize, yeah
I said it's too late to apologize, yeah-
I'm holdin on your rope, got me ten feet off the ground...

How often do we think that? How often do we believe it? How often is it true?
I know that I have myself been guilty of this. I forget what really matters in the scheme of things and I think of myself. Only myself. I seem to be doing that lately. The whole world seems to be doing that lately. if we stop doing that, who knows what this world can accomplish? We could end world hunger, we could stop global warming, we could do a lot.

What's easier to do, however, is sit in our rooms with a cup of Starbucks and some See's candy and type about what we could do to stop all these problems. Doing it is another thing however.

I would love to say, and mean it, I would get out of bed and make a difference in this old place. I would be someone and something. But that takes something. Something few people have in this world, something that most condemn others on. Something that I admire, and also pity. That need to take care of someone, to have a cause. But those are also those people who even after they are dead are remembered.

That's how I want to be remembered. Not by my children, and my children's children. But by people who I might not have known, but some how I managed to reach them. In a way that no one else could.

I do realize that that is something I would have to work at. But it's something I can try. A week or so ago I had an opportunity at what some could call 'love'. Probably only like. That didn't work out, but I learned something about myself. I would prove it to that person that I am not to be belittled. When they are some old and decrepit thing I will rise on top. I will be famous, somehow. And they will regret it. I don't do this for them. I do this for me. It will show me that I can't be stomped on like a rat.

You know what they say, 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.'