Anyway, I would put these songs on the old cassette player when I needed my mind and soul to unwind, and they still do that for me, even as little computer files. So, thanks, Mr. Rafferty. I don't think you had a very happy life, so I hope things are better for you now.
As I write today, listening to this music, I'm feeling a loosening up of my clenched-up heart, a softening of the knot I've been carrying around in the muscles between my shoulders for weeks, and a general feeling of well-being that has been eluding me lately. There has been a combination of lovely, leavening things over the last few days: a delightful new friend, a moment of perfect photographic happiness, and, perhaps most significantly, the perfect listening ear attached to a heart that sometimes seems to beat in the exact rhythm of my own. I've literally been aching with anxiety and fear and resentment and misplaced pride and misplaced guilt and a million other things. Now it feels like everything will work out in the end and I can breathe again. I had almost forgotten what that felt like, frankly.
The words to this song kind of sum it up for me as I try to think of myself truthfully and as a whole person instead magnifying the fragments of my flaws into a false view. Yes, it's a break-up song, but sometimes those are very, very handy for the occasional cathartic experience.
Maybe I've always set my sights too high
You take the easy way and still get by
I know there ain't no special way
We all get there anyway
Whatever's written in your heart, that's all that matters.
We'll find a way to say it all someday...