There is this song I love because it’s both melancholy and hopeful, because the lyrics are just as beautiful as the melody, because it’s messy as in finally a love song that depicts real life, or some version of it. I played it for a friend and she thought it was just sad. “Wait for the end!” I told her.
The song is “If it’s the Beaches” by the Avett Brothers. Considering my favorite song of all time is the Eagles’ “Desperado,” I would consider this the modern equivalent. (Let’s just not think too deeply about what these songs say about me. Agreed?)
As you know, for my birthday, I went on a (my first) hiking adventure and I have to say I’m hooked. I think it has to do with the ending of the hike, though:
Don’t say it’s over
‘Cause that’s the worst news I could hear I swear that I will
Do my best to be here just the way you like it
Even though its hard to hide
Push my feelings all aside
I will rearrange my plans and change for you
If I could go back
That’s the first thing I would do I swear that I would
Do my best to follow through
Come up with a master plan
A home run hit, a winning stand
A guarantee and not a promise
That I’ll never let your love slip from my hands
If it’s the beaches
If it’s the beaches’ sands you want
Then you will have them
If it’s the mountains’ bending rivers
Then you will have them
If it’s the wish to run away
Then I will grant it
Take whatever what you think of
While I go gas up the truck
Pack the old love letters up
We will read them when we forget why we left here
Alissa and I are talkers but there was something about this hike where long silences were just fine (punctuated by California Girls quotes…coming soon). There was something in my chest (no, not chest pains) while we went, like a word that’s on the tip of your tongue. It felt good, it felt hopeful. It felt like dang, life is hard but we are doing it.
I’ve never been a quitter and I am not starting now–not during a hike and not in this strangely beautiful metaphor either. You’ve got to keep moving forward, believing that the trail ends in the most gorgeous of view even though all you can see is the hills in front of you. It’s about faith and it’s about tenacity.
Although this is a Northern California beach, for my non-Californian friends, which means you wear a sweatshirt in the sun.
I could get used to this.