There’s always that one song. It catches you off guard. It can bring you back to a person, place or situation. Upon hearing it…it all becomes relevant again. You’re brought back to that situation and all the emotions connected to that moment in time.
I had dinner tonight with friends. Not just friends. These are people with whom you can share politics, religion, and dreams. It’s not just because we share views and experiences. These are friends that don’t judge, support and are just present.
After a particularly great meal, I got into the car to drive home. Immediately, my iPhone kicked in and randomly loaded an old Jackson Browne song. And I was transported to another place…
“I hear the sound of the world where we played…”
Have you ever been with someone who makes time stop? You remember how charged the air was at that moment. It’s the newness, the passion one feels when the stars align and that one person in that one moment appears.
Tonight, we discussed homelessness, politics, the have and have nots. How is it that some choose to live here, the most expensive place to live in the U.S., and never really get ahead?
“If you ever need holding, call my name, I’ll be there…
There was a time when that one person garnered your all. Nothing or no one else mattered. Their needs and priorities were what mattered most in the world.
During dessert we discussed how we might have had plans to have changed the world, but now, we’d somehow gotten settled, into our lives/worlds with no regrets, perhaps some complacency…
“Yeah,and I was much younger then. And I must have thought that I would know if things were going to end.”
We parted ways tonight knowing we’d be traveling together soon; having an adventure of sorts. It’s true. We actually enjoy one another’s company so much, that we’ll take it to the next level. Yes, we’ll be embracing the debauchery of Vegas and all that it entails.
“But the moment has passed by me now, to have put away my pride and just come through for you somehow.”
In life, you make choices. Sometimes the choices are oddly made for you. You have to let things and people go. At a point when no value is earned, it’s time to move on. And letting go, is often the most in humanely human thing you can do.
“You’re the color of the sky reflected in each store front window pane. You’re the whispering and the sighing of my tires in the rain. You’re the hidden cost, and the thing that’s lost in everything I do, yeah I’ll never stop looking for you.”
So, we move on. We accept new experiences and people into our lives. But as much as we divorce ourselves from feelings and commitments of the past, are we ever really free?
I wonder…as I go through the new existence and life I’ve created, do I ever really stop looking for you?
On to Vegas…
Thanks Jackson Browne for the inspiration and the not so subtle reminders…
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