"Warming her wrists in promising water, somebody's love, another one's daughter"...That is from a Jets to Brazil song called "Conrad" and it is about a girl who commits suicide. There have been many songs about suicide, why does this one effect me the way it does? I've thought about that so many times. Why do certain songs about love or suicide or death, (songs with topics that are so general and have been done so many times), why do certain songs hit me harder than others? I think the answer is perspective, a point of reference that is unfamiliar to you, a new way of looking at something. "Walk a mile in my shoes." To be able to see things from another point of view is so important. To be opened up to a new way of seeing the world, seeing a relationship, seeing an action that upon first glance is unjustified. It's not so much that the key to understanding lies in resignation of your own opinion or idea, but that it can be enhanced and enlightened when other ideas and opinions are recognized from the source which they come from. It can be uncomfortable and in a certain ways it can shake your foundation, it has for me...but that can only lead to a strengthening of where my heart started from, and where my head has been. It's crazy how something so threatening, or frightening can lead to a place of security in who you are, or who you love. Maybe it will lead you to a place of even more turmoil, but at the same time, it is so worth it if you are to grow into someone to has a firm two feet to stand on. How can anyone be comfortable and settle into something while being meant to grow at the same time. Growth in every manner is painful--physical, emotional, spiritual, etc.
"And the greater the agitation, the greater the confusion and effort it cost me to accept the new impressions, the dearer they were to me, the more delightful they rocked my entire soul. All at once, suddenly, they crowded into my heart without allowing any rest. A strange sort of chaos began to disturb the whole of my being. But this spritual turbulence did not havethe capacity or the power to upset me completely. I was too dreamy, and this saved me."--Fyodor Dostoevsky, "Poor Folk"