Thursday, October 6, 2011


Sometimes when I listen to certain songs, I get pangs of nostalgia for someone I never was. Their free spirited, no-nonsense nature compels me to be guided by my own desires, instead of the ones that were taught to me.

I'll remember that I loved some plans because they gave me an ending. Not a happy one. Not even a so-so one. Just an ending. So I clutched them with a committed grip, not understanding that their appeal was transient.

I'll forget that happiness and sadness often flow through the same pore. By closing off the door to one, I do that to the other.

Then the songs will end and I'm reminded that I'll never fully understand. Ever.
And that may just be the point after all.