For reasons I’ll keep to myself (it’s true, Blog… I don’t share EVERYTHING with you), I’ve been thinking much about love and relationship lately. That will likely shock nobody, but I have to introduce today’s post somehow ;). The other day I was sauntering through the halls at work and lyrics from the Regina Spektor song, “On the Radio,” fluttered to mind. It was one of those moments when suddenly your lips are singing a tune that has been brought to the forefront of your mind for no discernible reason.
Of course, maybe the reason these words popped into my memory had a little more meaning than a random synaptic misfire.
The song in question is a lovely and fun tune, if you’re unfamiliar with it:
What came to my mind the other day, though, is the section of lyrics that nearly wrap up the song. It’s poetry, really.
“No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else’s heart
Pumping someone else’s blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don’t get harmed
But even if it does
You’ll just do it all again”
A lot, and I mean a LOT, of songs have been written on the subject-matter of love over the many years, but I think these lines above are some of the absolute best in portraying the idea — at least, in its healthy form. High school English classes drove me nuts in that we were forced to analyze material to near-death, but there IS something to this song, so let’s take a look shall we? And to speak more easily on the matter, I’ll make myself the star of the story. Ya know, ’cause MarkMushakian.com and all ;).
So, according to Spektor’s take on life and the loving experience, I have to first appreciate myself in some way. There is a value internal, either qualities or even simply interests/passions, and that informs how I view not only myself, but also the world — in my case, it could be said that I love my creative nature or that I cherish movies. I love that she says “try to love,” in reference to valuing this love we create in ourselves, because due to all sorts of issues that can be a really hard thing to do. But then we take that love we made, and offer it to someone else. I share myself with someone, and there is no way for that to avoid being a very raw experience if it’s genuine. And of course, we try… but sometimes things simply don’t work out. Pain, in terms of love, isn’t a death-sentence, though. Even if love, either romantic or familial or friendly or in whatever other form it takes, fails us in some way… even if we are hurt or long-term damaged, it’s not the end of all hope. There’s always a chance that things won’t work well, but the reward is simply part of life (and very worth it), so it’s not worth despairing over love’s potential downfall.
Because “even if it does, you’ll just do it all again.” And that is how it works :).