Given my fetish for all things Irish, would it come as any surprise that while The Cranberries were the first group of musicians that I saw in concert, 15 years later, U2 would be the most recent band to earn that honor? Despite the fact that I missed the first five songs in their set due to hellish traffic, I firmly believe it was a sign from above that, upon gaining access to Carter-Finley, Bono began singing "Magnificent." Like a school girl, I took off running to find my seat, leaving my companions in my dust, and did a half lap 'round the stadium, in heels of all shoes, before I realized that I had altogether missed our section.
“Only love, only love can leave such a mark
But only love, only love can heal such a scar.”
"I was born, I was born
To sing for you.
I didn't have a choice
But to lift you up
And sing whatever song you wanted me to."
To me, this song has nothing to do with the relationship between two lovers. I could be over-analyzing it, but when it comes to surviving a break-up or any tragedy for that matter, the only one who we can ever really trust is God. I must admit that I didn't always have faith that He had the best-laid plans for me, because in my prayers, I asked "Why" questions instead of those that leaned in the "How do you want me to live?" direction, which are the only ones He seems to answer. Ordinarily, one eventually figures out the "whys" once he/she knows how to proceed...
Anyway, the moral of the story is this: it is only by loving and losing that we ever really know what it is to love, and in being open to love, do we ever really know how to love again.
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