My playlist landed on that song, it happened just as I was turning into my neighborhood in Georgia.
It poked at my heart, it nudged at some pain I’ve been carting around.
I turned it off and put it out of my mind.
This morning the same song came on, but its weight didn’t crush me. Today, I’ve got bigger problems. I’ve got bigger problems than sad songs that remind me of disappointing seasons and of people who didn’t turn out to be who I thought they were.
This morning he left. I lost an uncle. My family lost a father. The world lost a fighter.
Sad songs didn’t really seem like such a problem after that. The little heartbreaks didn’t really seem to matter when I thought about his life, the miracles he lived. The world seemed more gray this morning. The news felt like bricks breaking in an earthquake, I could hear the sound of crumbling clay around me.
The earth should shake when someone is no longer here. There should be breaking glass and falling objects when someone takes their last breath.
There are harder things than people who refuse to grow up and the problems they cause us.
Our lives should be defined by more than small obstacles, inconveniences, bad days and hurt feelings. These things are really not worth the time we give them.
If we’re going to value small things, let’s value the good ones. Let’s put our energy into falling in love with cups of coffee shared with old friends, long walks beneath cracking winter branches, take-out food with your family, and sweet memories of uncles who knew how to say i love you.
The rest of it, the little heartbreaks and disappointments, the days that are uneventful and the discontent seasons…let’s stop letting them keep us from playing a song we used to love.