The quotation: “You come to, amongst the wreckage of your own making (…)”, suggests that most humans aren’t able to autocorrect faults but need this lengthy self-educative process. But how many feelings are hurt this way and how much could we have saved our loved ones if we were to step up on the ladder of realisation every now and then.

Much younger, I wrote the sentence: “We have to constantly wait by bridges in order to love one another”. Fifteen years down the line I’m finally figuring out what that really meant. Why couldn’t have I just understood it there and then?

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.