I am not going to do a song review. Some lines of the lyric just had me treasuring the bottom of my heart.
“Reaching out for someone I can’t see”
I am a kind of person who debates with myself, keeps on arguing and concludes it for my own satisfaction. I do brainstorm to my closest ones pretty often, but keeping things alone is sometimes much more preferable. I do understand if there are many people out there who think that ‘my own thought is the most comfortable place’ because that is what I do to comfort me. Sounds so self-centered, doesn’t it?
In contrast, when this soul finally reaches the peak of loneliness, I realize that I long to meet an unknown figure to talk to about stuffs; meaning as deep and intimate conversation that is priceless and irreplaceable (I can never thank mellow novels and dramas that grow this stupid and cheesy delusion in me, it just happens).
There are times when I feel lonely as hell, no matter how crowded the bus I am walking into or how many times my cell has been beeping for message notification. There are times when I just want to sit for hours with a one-of-a-kind companion, exchange thoughts by talking and listening to each other, and be blinded by adoration of eyes that see world in different ways. There are times when I sing to reaching out for someone I can’t see probably because I keep expecting an imaginary companion to take a look at my individual side, instead of me trying to bravely offer my whole soul to anyone.
“God, give us the reason that youth is wasted on the young”
A classy situation of blaming others will always happen when we cannot get our goals, purposes, expectations, hopes, and wishes perfectly achieved. Sometimes a cruel life is just an excuse for us to keep nagging and complaining. Sometimes it is a waste of time to be naïve and act positively like nothing is wrong. Sometimes you nag not only to a person, but to God as well.
“Who are we, just a speck of dust within the galaxy?”
We tend to think that we know everything just like Sherlock believing that he owns a Mind Palace, though in the end we have to admit not knowing something. This world is just so extremely huge.
It is really easy to lay on the ground under a starry night sky to prove how big this universe is by counting the stars. Same goes to the effort to even try counting hair on your head.
Dealing with the situation when you have to admit that you are invisible or incapable to show your existence, is just the hardest. I believe that most of the times we tend to heal our wounds and vulnerability with arrogant pride, and looking up to the unpredictably huge galaxy instead of looking down to closest ground we have always been stepping on.
Maybe most readers will think that nothing is really superb in this song lyric. But some parts of the song just makes me feel sad sometimes while listening to it, as these parts brought me goose bumps and moved me from my bed to sit and write about this song.