Growing pains

As the music slowed I realised that it was the perfect setting for that particular song.

I have listened to it for over 20 years, but none of the previous times had even come close to mimicking the setting that song needed.

It made me think about growing pains. The sensation of growing and the things we are put through in connection to them seem so disconnected from the very idea of growing. Only the memories locked in a scent or that one perfect chord, that one flawless moment – that one comma in a sentence that makes you stop and think – have any real power to elicit growth in humans. Not the actual tendon-stretching, gut-ripping process.