It's like reading a book and seeing a word that you don't understand. You either stop and deliberate over its meaning or if you're like me and you don't always have a dictionary on hand, you'll keep going and hope you understand the passage anyway. But then you realize how important that one word really was--it's what changed the entire passage and potentially the story.
We aren't dictionaries, we don't understand every little detail in our lives at every moment. We sort of just skim a lot and hope for the best. We continue and we continue and then one day--it's like damn, I wish I took the time to think that one through. I wish I didn't just skim over it.
Regret.
Experiences and regret. That is the worst. Then again, that's life. I can't complain.
That is a brilliant metaphor, and fits this song exactly. They didn't mean to cause terrible harm and mess up their lives -- they just weren't paying very close attention. They never imagined their youthful obliviousness could have such consequences, and still have trouble accepting what happened.
That is a brilliant metaphor, and fits this song exactly. They didn't mean to cause terrible harm and mess up their lives -- they just weren't paying very close attention. They never imagined their youthful obliviousness could have such consequences, and still have trouble accepting what happened.
The one note of hope is the "for the life of me, I cannot remember..." It suggests at least regret, and humility, which is indeed the beginning of real wisdom.
The one note of hope is the "for the life of me, I cannot remember..." It suggests at least regret, and humility, which is indeed the beginning of real wisdom.
Experiences.
It's like reading a book and seeing a word that you don't understand. You either stop and deliberate over its meaning or if you're like me and you don't always have a dictionary on hand, you'll keep going and hope you understand the passage anyway. But then you realize how important that one word really was--it's what changed the entire passage and potentially the story.
We aren't dictionaries, we don't understand every little detail in our lives at every moment. We sort of just skim a lot and hope for the best. We continue and we continue and then one day--it's like damn, I wish I took the time to think that one through. I wish I didn't just skim over it.
Regret.
Experiences and regret. That is the worst. Then again, that's life. I can't complain.
That is a brilliant metaphor, and fits this song exactly. They didn't mean to cause terrible harm and mess up their lives -- they just weren't paying very close attention. They never imagined their youthful obliviousness could have such consequences, and still have trouble accepting what happened.
That is a brilliant metaphor, and fits this song exactly. They didn't mean to cause terrible harm and mess up their lives -- they just weren't paying very close attention. They never imagined their youthful obliviousness could have such consequences, and still have trouble accepting what happened.
The one note of hope is the "for the life of me, I cannot remember..." It suggests at least regret, and humility, which is indeed the beginning of real wisdom.
The one note of hope is the "for the life of me, I cannot remember..." It suggests at least regret, and humility, which is indeed the beginning of real wisdom.
Beautifully said. Thank you.
Beautifully said. Thank you.