Put your fears to rest
You know it’s for the best
As a choir of angels sings:
…everything is awful.
—Lyrics from “Everything is Awful” by The Decemberists.
I heard this song on the radio the other day, followed immediately by Bob Dylan’s “Everything is Broken.” It was a gorgeous early spring day. I was happy.
Yes, I was happy even though it is true, everything is awful and everything is broken. For me, it was like a message that what the world *looks* like is not necessarily what matters. Sometimes things have to get awful and things have to break for new things to take their place.
Here is a comment that was left at the website Genius,
On a few occasions, Colin has referred to this song as a Trump-era “state of the union song.” The pessimistic nature of the lyrics is contrasted with the jovial “la la la la la” refrain and the gang chorus at the end.
These songs also reminded me to not take everything, especially myself, so seriously. Folks in recovery might know this as “Rule 62.” All I can do is what is in front of me. I do what I can, each day, and if I live today well I will be OK.
I cannot give in to the pessimistic, defeatist attitude. There is a higher order, whatever your religious/spiritual/philosophical beliefs. Everything is connected. Everything is One.
If you have ever walked a labyrinth, you know that there is one path in and one path out. It is all the same path. It *looks* like people are ahead of you or behind, moving toward you or away. Yet it is all one path. We are just at different places, constantly moving. No one place is better or worse than another because it is all one path. Just keep moving.