I found the German Eurovision representator in.. I forgot the year. It's Lena with her song Satellite. I have had just a few moments in my life ( so far ) to experience finding out a song that describes myn feelings in the past but at a current moment. I start thinking: How are we supposed to get advice and recognition of our feelings just after we had taken action?
I am really astonished by the trivia of our lives. It is inevitable we made mistakes. Ok. But, leaving the scars of our mistakes and ongoing stories, how entartaining life can be with all of its curves and jokes?
Don't worry - you'll make your mistakes today. That's fine. You'll suffer. You'll get depressed. You'll lose friends. You'll talk to strangers. All of these are fine. They are natural in their non-aesthetisc shades. But how hard will you laugh when hearing the lyrics of the song you needed half a year ago?! How would you feel realising that your feelings are put in a song you are listening to at the present moment? As if one has burried your feelings in a book waiting for you at the attic, dusty and mature with all this time...
Let's take for example Emil Konrad's book. It's not the paperback novel that can be encountered on a shelf at the bookstore, but is undoubtedly not a sample of modern genius's work. Still, I found out how disturbing it may be to read your past from the sit on the afternoon train. It was an experience of getting to know yourself years after living through a definite moment. Same is the connection with songs - they are there ( not on a shelf but still in the space ), waiting for your arrival, never giving you a special sign of their significance, magnidicently glowing between the spacial distrubution of the Nothing and your intensely fulfilled inner matter.
So, the next question is on the line:
How can we possibly get rid of a period in our existence when a song, a book or simply a girl sitting on the bus stop may result in our memories coming flooding back.
I am really astonished by the trivia of our lives. It is inevitable we made mistakes. Ok. But, leaving the scars of our mistakes and ongoing stories, how entartaining life can be with all of its curves and jokes?
Don't worry - you'll make your mistakes today. That's fine. You'll suffer. You'll get depressed. You'll lose friends. You'll talk to strangers. All of these are fine. They are natural in their non-aesthetisc shades. But how hard will you laugh when hearing the lyrics of the song you needed half a year ago?! How would you feel realising that your feelings are put in a song you are listening to at the present moment? As if one has burried your feelings in a book waiting for you at the attic, dusty and mature with all this time...
Let's take for example Emil Konrad's book. It's not the paperback novel that can be encountered on a shelf at the bookstore, but is undoubtedly not a sample of modern genius's work. Still, I found out how disturbing it may be to read your past from the sit on the afternoon train. It was an experience of getting to know yourself years after living through a definite moment. Same is the connection with songs - they are there ( not on a shelf but still in the space ), waiting for your arrival, never giving you a special sign of their significance, magnidicently glowing between the spacial distrubution of the Nothing and your intensely fulfilled inner matter.
So, the next question is on the line:
How can we possibly get rid of a period in our existence when a song, a book or simply a girl sitting on the bus stop may result in our memories coming flooding back.
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