A beautiful song that resonates with the majority of American women. It's fun to listen to and a blast really.
The only thing I find silly is that, it relates Beyonce to most average women. They are indeed similar, but one cannot ignore that Beyonce rakes in millions of dollars who is married to a man who also rakes in millions of dollars each year. They are incredibly successful and as much as they try, they are now social aliens in many cases despite their similar upbringings and relatively untainted ideals.
Otherwise, it emphasizes that mid-life is not the end of one's life. Time flies past us and life does not always go according to plan. We must continue to act and shape our destiny rather than letting it freely fly past us. The cliche derived from Voltaire's Candide would be that we must "cultivate our own garden." In that sense, if we bothered with it in the first place, do not let all the plants die now. Live on and be happy.
A beautiful song that resonates with the majority of American women. It's fun to listen to and a blast really.
The only thing I find silly is that, it relates Beyonce to most average women. They are indeed similar, but one cannot ignore that Beyonce rakes in millions of dollars who is married to a man who also rakes in millions of dollars each year. They are incredibly successful and as much as they try, they are now social aliens in many cases despite their similar upbringings and relatively untainted ideals.
Otherwise, it emphasizes that mid-life is not the end of one's life. Time flies past us and life does not always go according to plan. We must continue to act and shape our destiny rather than letting it freely fly past us. The cliche derived from Voltaire's Candide would be that we must "cultivate our own garden." In that sense, if we bothered with it in the first place, do not let all the plants die now. Live on and be happy.