I’m not sure if this will resound with anyone but being a bit of a music and lyrics junkie/tragic I often find inspiration from songs so I thought I would share some of them with my friends. Scroll on by if it doesn’t. Here’s the first from “In the Living Years”
Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door…
… So don't yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective
On a different day
And if you don't give up, and don't give in
You may just be okay…
You know how the rest goes …
I’ve been doing a lot of beating on that door this week. I’ve been doing my fair share of blaming: Oh my goodness! I have been angry at the world; at Presidents and Prime Ministers and corrupt politicians and aaaaalllll the people I don’t even know who’ve played a part in my feelingstuckwithoutanycontrolandjustmadashellness, and I’ve even been mad as hell at Brené Brown even though I carry her book in my bag and listen to all her inspiring talks! I want so much not to feel like spewing and spitting and kicking the shit out of people who have just the “right” words all the time but the truth is I just want to be angry and yell at whoever caused this shit but …
When I have saner moments, when I see a sparrow at my feet asking for a few crumbs of my biscuit; when I teach a ballet class and real humans actually turn up and try really hard to do stupid and often very challenging exercises because they too have to have an outlet for this frustration; when I catch a stranger’s eyes connecting with mine and lighting up over the top of their mask, it gives me a tiny thread of hope that maybe, just for today, I will be ok. We will be ok. We will get through this … today …
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