Killer's Creek

Killer's Creek by Mason Jennings



When songs become biographical, it's always a weird sensation. What you're doing is using someone else's work and making it apart of your life. I'm not sure if this is fair, the artist did not write a song/book/movie with (in this case) me in mind. I'm just borrowing their words and art for my own personal purposes.

And currently, that's what I'm doing with this song. In fact, I find myself doing this with a lot of Mason songs. But right now these words stand out:

"Talk to me, please I beg you/I'm a wounded man/All is lost if trust is broken/Help me understand/Promise me that you won't let me go/If you fail me please don't fail me now"

Pretty much this is my current person life. Two people are in love, trust is broken, they break up, but the love still burns... talking between the two people is limited, at times frustrating, and all you want is for the other person to hold you, even though you DON'T want them to hold you at the same time. And in the end, you don't want them(her) to fail you. And yet she does. Even though the love still burns inside of both of you and you both admit as much to each other.

So what happens to love unrealized? What happens to that burning love? Is it real? Do we lie to ourselves until it goes away over time? Do we find distractions to take our mind off of what is real? Is this a healthy thing? And do we all do it because we don't want to face the facts? Or do we distract ourselves to make the pain go away just a little bit?

Over the course of our lives we all make decisions—some good some bad. What motivates us for each and everyone of those decisions is different. Why we do what we do is a mystery to those around us and often is a mystery to ourselves. Why am I here typing away about this? What am I getting out of this and why even bother because odds are no one is reading this?

I'm not sure... that's the mystery. Knowing ourselves is hard, if not impossible, in fact I would say knowing oneself is the hardest thing to do. So why do we even bother trying to figure out why others do (or don't do) what they do if it's so hard to know ourselves?

Too often I think we forget what matters and what should guide us. I think the answer is simple, and Victor Frankl summed it up perfectly—love. I guess we can all hope that in the end, love will win the day. And if that happens, then does anything else really matter?