I have no idea how to transition this, so I'm just gonna move on. Did you know my parents have been divorced and re-married twice? Which means they've been married to each other three times? That's a true story. One that is probably too complicated and personal to get my blog on about. But aren't they cute?
But in the moments where I felt especially helpless, I always turned to one specific song. The song of all sad, therapeutic songs. Yes, we're talking Fix You, by Coldplay.
"Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you"
It's pretty ironic because, as I have previously stated, I knew I couldn't fix it or them or anything about the situation. But this song seemed to appeal to my irrational feelings and voiced the thoughts that I didn't have energy to put into words at the time. Which is the best kind of song. I'm not even a very big Coldplay fan. But that song, it hit the spot.
That song was on the episode of The O.C. that Drew and I watched on Saturday night. And what did I do? Bawled like a baby. Even though things are much different now, and my parents mostly keep each other company and, rest assured, my mom sees to it that my dad never goes hungry, those emotions came flooding back.
And I was glad. Drew and I talked about difficult things. How they shape and mold us into stronger, more capable people. I'm glad that song still brings tears, that I still remember. Because I learned things from those experiences that have become a vital part of who I am and how I live my life.
|My dad. Somewhere in the 70's,|
I don't mean that we should hold on to the bad memories and let them control our lives. We should do our best to rise above negative or difficult situations.
But I'm not sure how to learn other than by reviewing history, and if I forgot my history, I would likely forget what I learned.