“Follow me. I’ll be your river, river. I’ll do the running for you.”
Sometimes, nostalgia comes forth as a by-product of missing something. Others times, we miss someone. But it is also possible to be nostalgic for a state of being. Right now, I really, really miss the days when following the advice in this song seemed like an attainable goal.
“Open up your dark heart. Sing to me what we were….Dry your eyes with sunrise.”
“There are many things that I would like to say to you, but I don’t know how….”
Ever wonder why the simple act of a shower and shampoo is so incredibly relaxing?
“If you go, you know you’ll grieve me. All in life, on you depends.”
There are many moments in life during which we will experience loss. Like most things, loss can come in many disguises, like rejection, heartbreak, and death. Some things are lost with time. But fear of loss, and the inevitable pain that accompanies it, is one of the strongest emotions humanity possesses.
Oftentimes, we are so afraid at even the possibility of loss, of being hurt, that we try to avoid it by any means necessary, which is unusually a prolonging of the inevitable.
When we lose someone we love, it is a pain incomparable to any others, a wound so deep that, sometimes, it never fully heals. And anyone who’s suffered such a loss become exponentially more afraid of having to deal with that again. Thus, fear guides so many of their decisions and actions from that point onward.
It’s strange when you think about how so many of our the major decisions that shape and mold are lives are a by-product of this fear. So is it really the desire for happiness is shaping our existence? Or the fear of being hurt?