A song came on the radio this afternoon as I sat in my car, waiting patiently to take my sister home.
I don’t remember the words exactly, but the song was about lover’s and love lost. Big surprise, right?
Music should be relatable, and most adults will admit to feeling love or losing it at one time or another in our lives. Love is a basic emotion. A necessary component in my life certainly, whether giving or receiving, yet so difficult to measure.
When is there too little or too much? Perhaps the amount is unimportant in the end. Maybe it is reaching the height of love it self that is a true accomplishment, be it giving or receiving such a powerful prize. A gift so many hearts aspire to feel for the first time or experience again. Old and young alike.
The song of my life has been one filled to overflowing with love. I am humbled by that which I receive and readily pass it on to people in my daily journeys. But as with the love song on the radio, I too have experienced a measure of loss recently.
She will forever be in my heart if not in my life, but like all songs no matter how good the rhythm is or the voices are, inevitably it must end. And that’s alright. No sadness, no tears at the passing of a beautiful feeling. We should celebrate the wonderful memories provided by those times.
Being bummed should not be the natural reaction to such a loss. People will always come and go in our lives and the song will change but believe me when I say you will be perfectly fine.
Love is in endless supply and there is plenty more room to receive it now as well. A song for the brokenhearted can be a song of the greatest inspiration and hope so long as we don’t forget the melody that made us dance to the song or the love that made it special in the first place.
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