I haven’t heard this song in a while and although it’s about a cold, gray, and rainy day, I find it enchanting, mystical, and even somewhat, romantic.– Sometimes, this is my favorite kind of day to have. For some reason, this song just does it for me whenever I hear it, with its hip and jovial beat. It’s simply one of those “feel good” songs for whenever I’m having one of those metaphorically cold, dark, and rainy, days, wondering where the sun is… or, it can even be a great jump-start to my hike. Either way, I appreciate the smile it brings on.
There is always a ray of promise and beauty after every storm, right? I mean, we hear this all of the time, yet do we truly believe in it? Faith during our darker times is something which seems to be diminishing from within our lives, and it makes me sad. It almost seems easier to give in to the melancholy bliss, and this is okay for a little while, just make sure you find a way to crawl away from its heavy, tight grasp. We really should keep the faith, and hope for what truly can be a brighter day, even during those times when it hurts the most and we feel like the sky is a never-ending ether of darkness where everything, “Sucks.” I believe there is some beauty and strength by believing in that which we cannot see (yet). We should think about what’s on the other hand, in reference to the gloom. In the midst of these dreary-days stands a possibility of blessed splendor which truly does have the potential to bring about a remarkable emanation of satisfaction to any soul, when it is allowed.
Gray is a mix of black and white, think about this for a moment. We have the good and the bad and sometimes, they tend to blend together creating this coal-gray color that can annoyingly hover over us. When these particular days pop up, pause for a minute and catch your breath. — It can mean a time of transition and waiting, or maybe a renewed season in your life is on its way. Perhaps you should take some time to sit and listen to the raindrops fall, count them if you have to, stare at the clouds and daydream right back.
I know how these moments can seem to last for an unforgiving eternity, but it’s just like the song says, “Well, by the force of will my lungs are filled, and so I breathe.” We are here, still standing, still breathing, and given a day which was never, ever promised to us. So go for it, embark and relish on the cold, gray days that stand in line before you; they come whether we like it or not, loves. — And, perhaps it’s the sun you can’t stand: same rules apply:)
Natalie, wherever you are, please come back, for you are greatly missed…and bring your maniacs with you.