Monday, February 24, 2014

Only miss the sun when it starts to snow- Passenger

"Let Her Go"

Well you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missin' home
Only know you love her when you let her go
And you let her go

Staring at the bottom of your glass
Hoping one day you'll make a dream last
But dreams come slow and they go so fast

You see her when you close your eyes
Maybe one day you'll understand why
Everything you touch surely dies

But you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missin' home
Only know you love her when you let her go

Staring at the ceiling in the dark
Same old empty feeling in your heart
'Cause love comes slow and it goes so fast

Well you see her when you fall asleep
But never to touch and never to keep
'Cause you loved her too much
And you dived too deep

Well you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missin' home
Only know you love her when you let her go

And you let her go (oh, oh, ooh, oh no)
And you let her go (oh, oh, ooh, oh no)
Will you let her go?

'Cause you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missin' home
Only know you love her when you let her go

'Cause you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missin' home
Only know you love her when you let her go

And you let her go 

I have been thinking a lot about goodbyes lately. There are so many times in our life when we say goodbye. Goodbye is not always said to a person, sometimes we say it to things, phases of life, and even ourselves. We say goodbye to middle school, high school, and college. We say goodbye to our childhood friends as we start new adventures. We try our best to stay in touch, but most of the time it is goodbye. We say goodbye to our single selves when we say "I do" to another. We say goodbye to houses, neighborhoods, and towns. We say goodbye to carefree life when we say hello to raising children. Each goodbye is followed by a new hello if we allow it. Goodbyes are not always easy. Sometimes we say goodbye against our will. Sometimes we have to say goodbye, but try our hardest not to. Sometimes goodbye means for now, and sometimes it can be temporary. My favorite author, Paulo Coelho, said, "If we are brave enough to say goodbye, life will reward you with a new hello." Goodbyes are hard and can be sad, but they are inevitable. It is a part of life we must accept. No goodbye is easy, but each hello is a new adventure.

Sometimes we say goodbye, because we think it is the end and something better is around the corner. Then later we realize that that goodbye may have not been necessary, and the grass was greener where we started. Everyone knows the saying, "You don't know what you've got until it is gone." Well, whoever first said that must have lost something very special, and they didn't realize it until it was too late. This may not always be a person, sometime it is a job, a home, a town. Too often in life we are hasty to say goodbye. We think goodbye is the only choice we have. We are too blind to see the other options. Be careful to think your goodbye through before you say it. Once you realize that the goodbye was not meant to be said, it may be too late to change it.

Goodbyes are a part of life. They are hard to say and need to be thought through before they are said. I have said goodbye many times in my life. Not all were easy, but everyone had a hello waiting. 

Waiting on my next hello,
Stella

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