"Everything looks perfect from far away, "Come down now." but we'll stay."
These lyrics have been resonating with me. It's extraordinary that the same words said from two separate perceptions can be so very very different.
This song speaks about a 'great perhaps' about being willing to venture into unknowns. It explores fate, and destiny, and taking chances, including what others my say about the choices made, and the responses to them. It's whimsical as well as deep, flighty as well as grounding, and done so perfectly in very different ways by these soulful artists.
Postal Service version leaps towards the excitement of new places and adventures. Searching with reckless abandon for distant horizons:
While meandering, there are some days I have associated more strongly with one of these two, very different, renditions. I think it's been an exploration on being exactly where you are supposed to be regardless of how you are feeling about it. There is as much to explore within the parameters of somber isolation as with exuberant camaraderie. Recognizing the basis of these experiences as the same, while allowing room for varying perspectives, has been an exercise in patient self-acceptance for me of late. Whatever else is left to come is just bonus, I've already been to such great heights:
These lyrics have been resonating with me. It's extraordinary that the same words said from two separate perceptions can be so very very different.
This song speaks about a 'great perhaps' about being willing to venture into unknowns. It explores fate, and destiny, and taking chances, including what others my say about the choices made, and the responses to them. It's whimsical as well as deep, flighty as well as grounding, and done so perfectly in very different ways by these soulful artists.
Postal Service version leaps towards the excitement of new places and adventures. Searching with reckless abandon for distant horizons:
Iron and Wine gives us a song full of longing, wishing for the chance of something more, drenched with the sadness of missed opportunity:
While meandering, there are some days I have associated more strongly with one of these two, very different, renditions. I think it's been an exploration on being exactly where you are supposed to be regardless of how you are feeling about it. There is as much to explore within the parameters of somber isolation as with exuberant camaraderie. Recognizing the basis of these experiences as the same, while allowing room for varying perspectives, has been an exercise in patient self-acceptance for me of late. Whatever else is left to come is just bonus, I've already been to such great heights:
*see me waving
- k
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