This song, to me, is not about depression, illness, or suicide. I think it's a simple song about a not so simple girl. I think she likes to dream and take naps, and drink coffee and look at the rain. I think she likes music, and the cello, and taking the train. I bet she loves to go grocery shopping, picking out ripe avacados and palm-sized nectarines. I imagine her making origami swans and watching the history channel. I can practically hear her swearing like a sailor, then reading Alice in Wonderland in the same afternoon. I bet Monet is her favorite painter.
I think she fights for her life, daily. I think we all do. It's a metaphor, though, not a reality. We each encounter daily struggles...fights with our parents, or friends. An F on a math quiz. Gossip and rumors.
The only thing I find hearbreaking about this song is the, "nobody knows..."
So often, our families and friends are feeling sad inside, or maybe angry, or lost. It's not that we forget to ask if they are "ok." I think more often, we forget to really listen to them with our hearts.
This song, to me, is not about depression, illness, or suicide. I think it's a simple song about a not so simple girl. I think she likes to dream and take naps, and drink coffee and look at the rain. I think she likes music, and the cello, and taking the train. I bet she loves to go grocery shopping, picking out ripe avacados and palm-sized nectarines. I imagine her making origami swans and watching the history channel. I can practically hear her swearing like a sailor, then reading Alice in Wonderland in the same afternoon. I bet Monet is her favorite painter.
I think she fights for her life, daily. I think we all do. It's a metaphor, though, not a reality. We each encounter daily struggles...fights with our parents, or friends. An F on a math quiz. Gossip and rumors.
The only thing I find hearbreaking about this song is the, "nobody knows..."
So often, our families and friends are feeling sad inside, or maybe angry, or lost. It's not that we forget to ask if they are "ok." I think more often, we forget to really listen to them with our hearts.
Try listening tomorrow. Really listening.
I promise you, they will appreciate it.