Sunday, 1 February 2015

Porcelain. . .

This blog post is dedicated to you - if you're hurting and need a friend. . . 

I've written a blog post about Marianas Trench before (see Beside You).  They performed a concert in Aotearoa last year to rave reviews.  Their energy and crowd interaction was infectious.


You thought by now
You'd have it figure out
You can't erase the way it pulls
When seasons change
It hurts sometimes
To find where you begin
But you are perfect porcelain 
The slow and simple melody
Of tears you cannot hide from me
It's alright if you don't know what you need

Are you at a point in your life where you are comparing yourself to your friends and thinking about how you should have the dream job, the 2.5 children, (maybe even some grandchildren) the perfect partner, that people should be looking up to you by now?  People obsess about and are upset about different things, at different times in their lives.  It all boils down to priorities for people.  I was thinking about the model of Maslow's hierarchy of needs and what drives us and motivates us to do things in our lives.  Are we motivated to act and do things because we are competing with others? Are we motivated or driven by the kind of progression that the model suggests, that until we take care of our basic needs then we can't even begin to think about or entertain the ideas of achieving loftier, more self-directed goals that would fulfil our lives?  Is it an absence of many of the attributes from any of these levels that has placed you in the position that you currently find yourself?

I'm right here when 
You need someone to see
It's not speak
Or forever hold your peace
It's alright to take time
And find where you've been
You are perfect porcelain
The slow and simple melody
Of tears you cannot keep from me
It's alright if you don't know what you need

If people around you know that you are made of porcelain, means that they are now more keenly aware of what type of support they can offer you.  Everyone is different in this sense.  Those that don't normally ask for help, will probably not ask for it, but will come to a crisis point where they will ask, and it won't be an easy feat for them either.  The thing about humanity is that we will break down, from time to time.  We will need the right kind of people to pick us up when we're lying all over the floor in a heaving mess with tissues everywhere, unwashed dishes, dirty laundry and unkempt hair because of some traumatic experience that has caused your life to be on hold.  That unavoidable pause button that hits sometime in your life when you least expect it, because the shock of the situation has done nothing but stop your in your tracks and all of a sudden you can't breathe.

Oh and when your heart releases
You won't fall to pieces
You'll let those old diseases lie
Oh, and your heart releases
You won't fall to pieces
And your breath comes crashing in
Like perfect porcelain

I hope that even when you do fall apart, that you let it all out and make some room for healing to begin.  We can be pretty on the outside or fool everyone with the tough exterior, but we must be willing to show our true selves complete with all of our vulnerabilities and foibles to those we rely on the most, to those who will understand us the most, to those who can help put us back together the fastest and to those who know that they need to break us in order to make us strong again.

I hope that one day, you will begin to hope again . . .