ALL THE THINGS YOU ARE
I’ve been obsessing over this song for weeks now.
When someone asked me what I liked about it, I immediately replied, “The lyrics are hopeful.”
This object of the singer’s affection is many, many things.
They are the promised kiss of springtime, the breathless hush of evening and the angel glow that lights a star.
I’ve been wondering if they could simultaneously also be emotionally unavailable, irresponsibly selfish and self-destructive.
But in giving and receiving love, instead of taking the opportunity to focus on all the things we aren’t, the adventure lies in remembering all the things we are, and can aspire to be.