People just don't love us the way they're supposed to. Dad's abandon their kids. Boyfriends act like jerks. Best friends move away. Families drift apart. We push people away. Drive them away. Scare them away. Laugh them away. Shoo them away. Sometimes it is our fault and then we have to deal with the guilt and loneliness and heartbreak and pain.
Maybe that's why music is so popular. We can listen to songs about people that are seemingly going through the same thing as you are. You can use music to fill the void that that "jackass" left when he left a jackass shaped hole in your wall. Music doesn't disappoint. You can change the song or CD or choose what goes on your iPod. You can pick your music by exact specifications and always find something. New music always comes around. Music seems to be the better companion in most aspects. Hell, you can even have "conversations" with music. Music heals you, nurses your wounds, and comforts you.
But life isn't that easy. We'd probably all die of shock if it were. Life is hard. And it's messy. And it sucks. But it's also exciting and wonderful and deep and poetic. And the people that come in and (inevitably) out of our lives help shape us into who we are. And we form bonds with those people. And we grow to love those people. And we share secrets with those people. And that gives them the power to hurt us. The power to break us. The power to kill us. But also the power to free us. The power to win us. The power to save us. People always leave… but sometimes they come back.
"There is always inequality in life. Some men are killed in war and some men are wounded and some men never leave the country. Life is unfair."
--- John F. Kennedy

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