High Hopes

It’s time to go out and start again, but it’s not that easy.

This song was sent to me by someone who once made me go out and start again.

And I couldn’t be more thankful to them for forcing me to step outside, look around and see the possibility. This person may not always be there, they may not be the most supportive or the most caring or the most dependent, but what they are is someone I can always admire and thank. Someone I can think back and remember a time that felt like a movie, like magic, someone who made me realize that I am capable of feeling. Someone who showed me that feeling is possible and it does exist. It wasn’t meant for us, but what was meant for us was the mutual connection that one blessed night on that beach on God knows what planet. And I will be forever grateful for taking that chance that night. For opening up more to that human in one night than I have to most anyone in this life. This person was short lived in my story. Their character wasn’t there for the long haul. But the lesson, the feeling, the moment, and the memory will forever be and underlying notion that passes me by day after day.

This song comes along side others, here and there, that we will send to each other. Each song has built this incredible playlist that sounds like the story I tell every time someone asks about them. Each one with precise time and place and moment of belonging. Each one carefully weaved into the other with different meanings, different emotions and different feelings. This is something I can always thank music for helping me with.

Explanations.

Written words are first and foremost my favourite way of expression. It’s the only way I know how to formulate a feeling from my heart, to my brain, to the world. But with music, the connection I can feel through a song is a connection I let go of. Or grab onto. It all depends. A song can instantaneously change my mood, my thoughts, my feelings. When I find a connection with an artist, they become part of my life. They become my therapist. They become my family. My inspiration. My motivation. It’s times like these I think back 10 years and all the artists who have made me who I am today and how they don’t even know how much of an influence they had, but without them I wouldn’t be here.

So when someone is looking you in the eye and telling you to walk in the other direction, to let go, to leave them…listen. The initial shock and pain will subside, I promise. And you’ll grow to thank this person through the incredible experiences and opportunities that start knocking on your door the moment you start accepting whatever it is that comes your way and stop forcing things that are not meant to happen.

Just breathe, trust, and let go.

And don’t be afraid to go out and start again.