There’s nothing like a bit of James Blunt to get you all moody and sentimental.
This world is getting colder.
Strangers passing by
No one offers you a shoulder.
No one looks you in the eye.
I’m not calling for a second chance,
I’m screaming at the top of my voice.
How was I so blind to miss you crumbling inside?
Is it too late now to fix you? Let me make it right.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be…
I was back in Geneva for the weekend, and at Paleo. After a crazy thunderstorm the evening was now clear and as magical as ever. I’ve been to Paleo many times, and even seen James Blunt before. Last time, we all ridiculed him until he came on stage and in fact we discovered that we knew and loved all his songs. Oops! It’s hard not to. And he sings them with such intensity, like it’s the first time, like he’s feeling every bit of pain and emotion.
So it’s hard not to get a bit emotional and nostalgic. For me, it’s all so familiar but also so distant, since I’ve been gone from Geneva for almost exactly a year now. So many memories, so many moments, playing in my mind as I listened to the angsty lyrics. And so many different scenarios playing out; what might have happened if I had acted differently, how would my life now be different?
What if… I hadn’t accepted that job?
What if… I had said yes to that trip?
What if… I had told him I was interested?
What if… I had left earlier?
What if… I had stayed longer?
What if… What if… What if…
But there’s no point in regretting the things I’ve done, or those I didn’t do. It’s gone. And so is the person that I was back then. At the time, I acted in whatever way I could. And I had fun doing it baby.
Everything I’ve done over the years, every flap of the butterfly’s wings, has led to who I am today, and to all the wonderful people I’ve met, places I’ve seen, experiences I’ve had.
Onwards and upwards!
Speaking of regret, my friend and I got a tattoo. It’s one of those things that seems like a fabulous idea in the moment, when you’ve had a couple of glasses of wine and you’re feeling like you could take on the world… but the next morning, as daylight shines onto the black ink, you think maybe it wasn’t such a great move after all. But it’s done now. You did what you did.
So: no regrets. YOLO man. (I’m so sorry.)
Here’s to the present, living in the here and now, and seeing where it takes us!
Days like these lead to…
Nights like this… lead to…
Love like ours.
You light the spark in my bonfire heart.
People like us – we don’t
Need that much, just some-
One that starts,
Starts the spark in our bonfire hearts.