Tuesday, August 4, 2015

The Bathroom Sink.

Recently I discovered a few lines of a song that truly spoke to me. While it is not an uncommon occurrence for a song to touch my heart, this one in particular made me question myself and my relationships. We all know music evokes emotions and memories. But should a handle full of words make you question your life?

"It's amazin', the amount of rejection
That I see in my reflection
And I can't get out of the way
I'm lookin' forward to the girl I wanna be
But regret has got a way of starin' me right in the face
So I try not to waste too much time
At the bathroom sink."

Powerful stuff, huh?

Sounds like she wants a change. She hates the world she lives in, yet fears what regret might follow if she were to give it all up and start fresh.

There must be something or someone toxic in her life?

So why and how am I moved in such a way, by this small phrase?

I don't want to lay blame, so I won't. But I will say there were, and are a few toxic people who I let poison my life. And for what? So I can stare at myself in the mirror some more and think about how awful of a person I am, because they said so?

There have been many days I have wished I could just cut ties without regret or messy endings, but that is not how life works, most of the time. We let people into our hearts, sometimes they make a wonderful impact on our lives, sometimes they slowly destroy our sense of self. Sometimes they are the ones who are closest to you, and sometimes they are people you hardly know.

These lyrics really hit me in the gut. And this is just my take based on the song in its entirety. The song is "Bathroom Sink"-Miranda Lambert, incase you're interested in giving it a listen. Maybe you'll listen to the song and hear a different story, maybe not. But my point is, at the end of the day we all have some venomous entity in our lives that must be squelched or claimed a necessary evil. It is not always easy to see what it is. So be mindful of what and who you let in, and what or who you cut out.


No comments:

Post a Comment