I'm listening to: Brand New - The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows

I've been listening to plenty of heartbreak songs; this one by Brand New amongst others like the more mainstream Daughtry's No Surprise. I'm not sure what exactly's drawn me, but I made a somewhat startling revelation after immersing myself in all that mass-consumerist sorrow.

I noticed that amidst the intense pain and sadness, there was a sense of closure - the bitter end to a chapter in one's life, but an end nonetheless. With the setting of such parameters, it scaffolds the foundation for healing towards completeness of the self, or at least to a state as complete as it ever was prior to all the events that transpired. Having gone the distance, maybe it isn't that epically disastrous.

Should beauty and happiness not be found in the journey rather than the destination? And why should these entities by bound by linear and single-directional concepts of time; could they not mean as much despite having been experienced in the past? The mind may forget but I believe the heart never does.

Owner of a Lonely Heart by Yes goes,

Owner of a lonely heart,
Much better than a
Owner of a broken heart.

But I think it's a little short-sighted. Who's to say that longing doesn't tear at the heart as much as loss does? And regret for letting opportunities slip may become a neverending, labyrinthine nightmare. I'm not at all saying that brokenness is better than loneliness, but that even in practical aspects the latter should not be a clearly more desirable option. However, the former is a route often taken by the thoughtless, and to deliberately, wholeheartedly and wholemindedly tread the same path would easily feel counter-intuitive.

I believe everything I've said but because of that I really can't be sure that it translates into practice.

On a separate note, my heart is again weighted with yet another burden that, though small, burns sharp like hot coals. The discomfort is acute but transient - it comes and goes in waves. This time however, I know exactly what it is and what I'm going to do about it. It will be an arduous test of my patience and I'll hang on as long as I possibly can. But I'm open to changing my mind.




We saw the western coast
I saw the hospital
Nursed the shoreline like a wound
Reports of lover's tryst
Were neither clear nor descript
We kept it safe and slow
The quiet things that no one ever knows

So keep the blood in your head
And keep your feet on the ground
If today's the day it gets tired
Today's the day we drop out
Gave up my body and bed
All for an empty hotel
Wasting words on lower cases and capitals