I've been reading this morning how U2 recorded three different videos for their song "One", three differing interpretations. As everything I guess, it's what we make of it, rather than necessarily what it is intended to be. We have no control over other people's interpretations of what we say or do, even if when we create something we have one particular thing in mind.
Yesterday I saw this interesting quote:
A child is so desperate to be acknowledged that even inflicting pain on someone he loves can seem like a small victory over insignificance
I think lots of us battle with insignificance, as I've said several times here. Today I shall reflect on that, see what I can do to contradict it.
Been feeling sad today. Maybe it's cos there is a bit more space to grieve now. A gentle evening, methinks.
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