I've spent the last few days in mourning for something that I thought was no longer apart of my existence. Read: a relationship. So, in my silly grieving state, I have been listening to all kinds of troubadour ballads, and I stumble upon this quote from William Fitzsimmons (who is the undisputed King of Troubadours)
"The funny thing about listening to songs you found at intensive times in your life is they act as a landmark of affectivity; reminding you where you were at first listen, and giving insight into where you are today. What you've gained, what you've lost, insights you would have preferred but which only come in their own time. Over the last several months I have noticed a real and salient sea change. It's a good thing. Would I trade the pain? Yes. Yes. Yes. But would I trade the invaluable wisdom such difficulties bring? No. Never. Knowledge only comes with a price, I suppose."
It's borderline comical how for such a long time I would strive to go back to the beginning. I'm blaming this on Chris Martin Chapter One. Of course I wanna go back to chapter one, chapter one was butterflies and unicorns. Lately, I wanna go back to Chapter 3945 or maybe 98651, because that's where the mistakes are. I want the opportunity to change those Chapters, which is of course ludicrous. So here's in hopes that the insights that I would have preferred in those points in time have refined me for the unwritten pages.
I'm just hoping that I have the unrequited silent strength it takes to fight this battle, not only becuase the risk is well worth the reward, but also because the person that I'm fighting looks back at me in a reflection.
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