Tripping in bed with my light show going. Music playing through the speakers.
Almost midnight. I can't hear the sounds of cars outside, or my neighbors making noises on the other side of the wall.
It's so good, right now.
The reason I had to grab my laptop and start posting, was because of this particular song that came on.
"Hey There" by Sam Cooke.
These are the lyrics:
Hey there, you with the stars in your eyes
Love never made a fool of you
You used to be too, yes, hey there
You on that high-flying cloud
Tough she won't throw a crumb at you
You think someday she'll come to you
Better forget her
Her with her nose in the air
She has you dancing on a string
Break it, and she won't care
Hey there, won't you take this advice
I hand you like a brother
Or are you not seeing things too clear
Are you too much in love to hear
Is it all going in one ear and out the other
Hmm and out the other, in one ear and out the other
Won't you take this advice
I hand you like a brother
Or are you not seeing things too clear
Tough love, huh? Sam Cooke knew my situation, it seems. And like a brother, he sung me advice only brothers are allowed to give.
My situation is nothing unique or special, Sam tells me. It has happened before. Many times, to many others all around the world, throughout all history of recorded time.
Why am I any different than these men? All men, who have once loved and lost. Not due particularly to a fault of their own, but through the fault of a woman who has scorned a man's love.
That's my situation. Nailed, beautifully.
So, why am I so special? I'm not. I'm another fool in a long line of fools, led to believe that love will change the world. That they can manage to contain the right amount of love within themselves, and achieve wonderous accomplishments, by embracing such a lofty principle.
The only problem with such a beautiful ideological notion, is that it rarely proves itself in the way that a sensitive, spiritual man would want it to. It can test one's faith, to be willing to fully turn their backs on the one they love, and then grow determined to continue placing one foot in front of the other, until they get to where they need and must be.
To know and meet, their inevitable destinies.
To leave the sadness behind, with the full knowledge that love is simply waiting around another corner, and that the girl who has broken their heart; is undeserving of the greatness of who they are. Or who they aspire to be.
Men. Great men of virtue. Honor. Intelligence.
Fearless, decisive, Respectful and respected.
Giving, and kind.
And capable of sharing a great depth of love, that few can ever hope to experience in their lives.
Whew.. music is.. spot-on tonight. It's going through my "liked" playlist of 200+ songs on Google Play, and the song that is now playing, is "The Cross of Changes" by Enigma.
Absolutely, magical.
Back to zoning out I go.
