the final part of a play, movie, or narrative in which the strands of the plot are drawn together and matters are explained or resolved
As a lover of literature and drama, I often view my own life as a narrative. A story that I’m living in, a show that goes on. Thus, I categorize events in my life and their effect on me in a way that’s similar to acts in a play. When I tossed my cap into the air at graduation in 2013, the high school act came to an end. When I last saw the boy I thought was my soulmate and felt no rush, the curtains closed. The end of something is always a hard pill to swallow, even when it’s something unpleasant. Routines are made, feelings and thoughts feel like they’re going to last forever. When it’s over, the intense emotions are gone, but they leave residue. Even though the strands of the plot come together there is a lingering question that you can’t quite put words to.
You get so used to feeling the way you’ve been feeling that your mind tries to continue the pattern. You say the same things out loud but the emotions seem forced, your involvement is gone. The events don’t feel like they have happened to you, rather to a former version of you. And before the next act begins there will be a short period of confusion, of adjustment. Of figuring out how you’re going to transition from before, to after. These are the songs I’ve been listening to as I navigate that territory. To me these songs are sleepy, delicate and vulnerable. Something about the tone of them trembles. listen here
“Time, give me my yesterdays“
I hope these songs speak to you like they’ve spoken to me.
until next time,