Over the weekend I popped in a forgotten-about mixed CD in the car. It’s funny when you don’t hear a song for a while, it’s sometimes like hearing it for the first time. This time it was “On the Radio” by Regina Spektor, and this part of the song hit me in a new way:
This is how it works
You’re young until you’re not
You love until you don’t
You try until you can’tYou laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breathNo, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you tookAnd then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else’s heart
Pumping someone else’s bloodAnd walking arm in arm
You hope it don’t get harmed
But even if it does
You’ll just do it all again
It really spoke to me that living life is a choice. I like the idea of choosing to be youthful, not because of your age; choosing to push through the pain (“cry until you laugh”); choosing to love who you are, and choosing to love others even when it can hurt. That’s good stuff.
Aww, aww, oh, aw, aww, aww.
