I’ve been having this song on a loop in my head lately. Like a mantra. An old favorite, feelings rekindled. A verse in the middle goes:
This is how it works: You’re young until you’re not. You love until you don’t. You try until you can’t. You laugh until you cry. You cry until you laugh. And everyone must breathe until their dying breath.
No, this is how it works: You peer inside yourself. You take the things you like, and try to love the things you took. And then you take that love you made, and stick it into some – someone else’s heart, pumping someone else’s blood. And walking arm in arm, you hope it don’t get harmed. But even if it does, you just do it all again.
Regina Spektor’s “On the radio”. There are those rough diamonds of simple wisdom in her lyrics sometimes. It is good to remember, when it feels like every sprinkle of wisdom I myself once possessed has flown out the window.
Katja Malmborg 