The Style Council was one of my favorite groups back on my teen years. Some of its songs still fit me really well on my mid years. I wold even dare to say only now I really get the point.
There were some verses I particularly liked to repeat (eyes shut to enjoy the moment):
I am only sad in a natural way
and I enjoy, sometimes, feeling this way…
Sad in a natural way in a great pitch, but what does it mean? It is funny, but so many years after listening it, I finally felt them. The melancholic joy of a natural sadness is something hard to explain, but I knew I was experiencing it when I finally hit the “send” button.
I was a hard to finish task, suggested by a mentorship on business management for musicians I am taking, and it consisted of making a playlist of my unpublished songs, the ones which are on phase 0, roughly more than a draft, just my voice and nothing else.
What a difficult thing it was to open dusty archives and come across old recordings! It was like leafing through a photo album of older versions of myself, and I had no idea how outdated I was about myself. So many surprises! And I mean surprise on every level of the word.
Some songs were far more developed than I remembered. Others were mere fragments that worked better once connected. I had much better finished material than I remembered, and truly enjoyed what I found out when I looked closely at it. But if I was so pleased, why did I feel “sad in a natural way”?
Because in those songs of my past self were also my past stories, pains and joys. The odes to the objects of my passions, the memories of the moments lived.
If I could, how much advice would I not have given to my past self! Would I have lost the idea of many songs? Sure, but it would also have saved me many nights of sleep and many tears, as well.Would it have been worth it?
How many of those experiences could I have done without and still be the person I am today?But would it really have been better? Would I be a better me, so to speak? In other words, would I have been able to create what I create today if I hadn’t had these experiences?
I highly doubt it. Not that my current persona is the pinnacle of human development, far from it, but it is indisputably the result of the experiences I have had so far. For better or for worse.
If being stuck in the past sounds like being a prisoner of a specific period of your life, pretending the past never existed sounds like a detachment from reality. Of course, looking back on the past is never the same. As we move forward in our lives, the conflicts we have overcome tend to seem silly and we ask ourselves: “How could I have suffered so much over something so unimportant?”
But instead of invalidating my past selves, I think it is much more productive to keep the precious lessons they have to teach me, and use them whenever a new challenge presents itself: After all, yesterday’s difficulty also seemed insurmountable at some point, and yet here we are.
Have I overcome all the difficulties I encountered along the way? Of course not! Some I have overcome, others I have simply bypassed, and there is always the risk that I will still have to overcome them at the next turn. It is all part of the game.
It might sound sad, but only in a natural way.
Be seeing you!
G.F.