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“This Isn’t Everything You Are”

Posted by purplemary54 on November 6, 2013

Way back when I first started up the jukebox, I posted this about hearing two songs that were pretty meaningful to me.  I’d like to sort of follow-up on that today, with a partial repost.

“This Isn’t Everything You Are” is one of those songs that just sort of sucker punched me.  I get the feeling Snow Patrol felt a little like that, too.  It’s just so raw, like an exposed nerve.  I know they went through some heavy-duty emotional stuff during the time before they made Fallen Empires, although I don’t know the exact circumstances around this song.  I don’t need to.  I understand the feeling.  I’ve been there.  Last time was a few weeks ago when I spent an hour curled up in bed sobbing over my father.  I feel it when I’m awake at 3AM, that time when despair always seems to try to swallow me up.  This song is about grief.  And love.  And everything in between.  The first time I sampled it on itunes, I cried.  Over a thirty-second clip.  I cry almost every time I hear this song.

This is the song you listen to when the pity party has gone on a little too long.  It starts rather pessimistically, a guy trying to comfort a troubled friend, although being told “don’t keel over now” doesn’t seem particularly encouraging.  It feels a little like rock bottom.  “And in one little moment it all implodes.  This isn’t everything you are.”  Whatever is holding you back or troubling you, it doesn’t define you.  You are strong enough to come through it.  I am strong enough.  “Breathe deeply in the silence, no sudden moves.  This isn’t everything you are.”  I am not alone.  “Just take the hand that’s offered, and hold on tight.  This isn’t everything you are.”  I can get through it.  “There’s joy out there somewhere, I know there is.  This isn’t everything you are.”

I’m feeling pretty good right now, but I know not everyone is.  I’m not going to spout off any platitudes about how it’ll get better or you’ll feel happier soon.  That might be true, but I’m pretty sure y’all don’t need to hear it from me.  I will say that eventually the clock ticks past 3AM.  That the tears do dry up after a while.  It still hurts, but it gets to the point where you can pick yourself up again.  Listen to this song.  Repeatedly if you have to.  This–whatever your “this” is–isn’t everything you are.


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