Somewhere out there

You're falling out of reach, defying gravity. I know you're out there, somewhere out there.

A quote from my favourite song atm, Somewhere Out There by Our Lady Peace. It is a really beautiful song (listen to it here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hQi0gghkNOM). I love songs that really make you think, at the same time as I hate them. Deeply. When all the wonderful melodies along with the moving lyrics put me in this "haze" where all I really do is relate to my own memories and feelings. It's painful at times, as I guess it is for everybody who use music or whatever they use in order to calm down, focus on oneself and just be.

Those are the times where I can feel extremely happy, because of the things I have in my life that I'm grateful for. The things that get me through the day etc. At the same time, feeling at all also forces one to feel sadness of different kinds. It has to be like that, since my past just as everyone else's isn't just perfect. It isn't "happy go happy with cupcakes flying about" since there have been painful moments in everyone's life, where everything has felt like it's completely pointless.

I believe in independence, sure I do. I believe that at the end of the day, all we can really count on is ourselves, because that's the truth. However, I also believe that a life where you don't let people in at all, don't let anyone become a part of your life, or what you feel you can trust or count on, is a life not worth living. Because no matter how cliché it may sound, the one thing that makes everything worth the bad times, is the love you can feel for people around you. The people that are your safety-net. The ones you trust with your heart. 

Sure letting people in is a risk of getting hurt, beeing left behind and finding oneself alone, sure it is. I know I have cursed a few situations where I trusted and loved people who hurt me. Hated the fact that I trusted them with my heart, counting on them and trusting that they wouldn't leave. After a while though, when the hurt feelings start to go away, I don't actually regret my choice of letting them in in the first place. It is what life is all about I'd like to think. That love actually is worth the pain it sometime causes. That you can grow and appreciate other kinds of relationships as long as you evolve from the times you found yourself hurt by it. Even though the scars heal, they never go away, I know that. But I still believe that I can find things to hold on to, that eventually can make me smile at them instead.

/Madeleine

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