Image from Blur — To the End Video — Homage to “Last Year at Marienbad”

Why is it so often so very difficult to accept love? And, to believe oneself worthy of love? Is it just me or did the idea/concept of love seem so much easier when we were younger? Was it because there was an inherent innocence involved? Before “life” had its way with us all? Disappointments, betrayals, and perhaps most unnerving of all: to realize that so many hopes and aspirations which often felt just over the horizon in our 20’s now feels to be receding before our very eyes? Obviously, I’ve been thinking about this.

I still don’t have any answers, other than this wonderful song which is basically saying “Yes” — yes to all the uncertainties, the fears, the doubts. To just simply, quite simply, say “Si” — and to let everything else make itself known in time — to, dare I say — actually begin to trust again. To live again. To love again.

The translation is below:

I walked a little behind his steps
Camminai un po’ dietro i passi suoi

And who knows why I wasn’t laughing anymore
E chissà perché non ridevo più