Monday, 8 May 2017

Almost is never enough. . .

For anyone who has almost had it. . . and it was never enough. . . 

I'd like to say we gave it a try
I'd like to blame it all on life
Maybe we just weren't right
But that's a lie, that's a lie

When things don't work out, how do we know that it has come to an end?
There might be very few opportunities for you to recognise when they are meant to come to an end, when you start to realise that the journey of love has come to a crashing holt, but you try to avoid it at all costs.  I guess it's human nature, because I mean, who wants to get hurt right?  We need to remember to take responsibility for our own actions when we find ourselves losing a grip on reality, lashing out and blaming others.  We need to look in the mirror and examine what we've done, rather than look out the window and shift blame onto everyone else.  We can't control what other people do.  We can only exercise self control.

And we can deny it as much as we want
But in time our feelings will show
'Cause sooner or later 
We'll wonder why we gave up
The truth is everyone knows

What will your feelings show in time?  What will everyone know?
People think they might know stuff, when really they know nothing at all.  They might think they have a handle on who you are and what you're about, but the truth is, they will never really know.  Even if they do know something, it might be the old you that they know; someone from a not too distant past who they want to remember in all of your imperfections and struggles, because there's just no way that you could possibly have got yourself together so quickly since then.  I guess you can be the author of your own life and choose what everyone will know about you.  Do you have that kind of power?  Who cares you might say.  Just do you!


Almost, almost is never enough
So close to being in love
If I would have known that you wanted me
The way I wanted you
Then maybe we wouldn't be in two worlds apart
But right here in each other's arms
Here we almost, we almost knew what love was
But almost is never enough

Isn't this the stuff of romantic comedies though?
Those almost, this close, near miss moments that would have had you with the one you love, but nothing is quite as simple, least of all love.  So what do you do?  Forsake all others and fight to have the love that you think you deserve, the love that you always knew was in arm's reach but always too scared to pursue?  Or do you just back quietly and live out the memories of stolen moments in your head, happy to revel in these in the quiet recesses of your mind, safe from prying eyes and demanding fists that want all of you, even when you least want to give?  Do you know what it's like to be close to being in love?  What stopped you from being in such a state?  When you recognise that being in love isn't enough either.  What do you do then?  

If I could change the world overnight
There'd be no such thing as goodbye
You'll be standing right where you were
And we'd get the chance we deserve oh
Try to deny it as much as you want
But in time our feelings will show

Can you rewind all of the missed opportunities in your mind, play them back like some old scenes in a movie, those pivotal scenes where something magical should have happened but didn't?  Sometimes when we choose to play it safe, we deny ourselves of the things and the people we deserve, for whatever reason that we think is valid and worth grasping tightly in our hands, because it is easier to to do that, than do the unthinkable.  How many times will you do that to yourself?  Denying it out loud is enough to make you believe that yes, you've made the right decision.  This is what you are meant to be doing right now.  Do you deny this because you are afraid of the real feelings eventually showing in time?  Stop suppressing how you feel.  If you do feel a certain way, let it be known.  Only those that choose to hide it for too long, will in time potentially damage what love they have in their hearts.  If we are not careful, we may then never know what love is, and we almost knew knew what love was, but almost is never enough. . .