Week 373 // Trial and Error

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It’s a picture
Of a child
Did you know him?

Kid, you you can’t stand
At the edges
Of a landslide
It’ll get you there

In the morning
Letting go of it
In the evening
I will be there
And I can’t predict
Who survives

It’s a shadow
In the streetlight
That you recognize

Hey you can’t react
To the slightest
Provocation
“Cause you’re better than that

In the morning
Letting go of it
In the evening
I will be here
And I can’t predict
Who survives

Oh to be old and kind
Oh to be old and still kind

Notes
Old photographs never stop getting older. Every time I see myself as a child, the image seems a little bit more like somebody foreign to me. Over the years, I have appreciated that a lot of personal growth comes from the strength of our will to change. We experience a pitfall or face a challenge, and we adjust something small about our way of approaching the world. Over time, those adjustments become habits. After a while, a habit might become part of our character. It is hard to judge the success or failure of these calibrations with eyes on the present. That’s why old photographs can be jarring. The aggregated changes we’ve undergone can stand in contrast to an earlier state of being. By seeing who we were, we get a glimpse of who we’ve become, and can reflect on who we’d like to be. Then we adjust again, however subtly. It is a process of trial and error. Taking stock of this process, I wrote this song.

~M.E.

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