“Good Riddance (Time of your Life)”

“ 

Fuck

Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road

Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go

So make the best of this test, and don’t ask why

It’s not a question, but a lesson learned in time

It’s something unpredictable

But in the end, it’s right

I hope you had the time of your life

So take the photographs and still frames in your mind

Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time

Tattoos of memories, and dead skin on trial

For what it’s worth, it was worth all the while

It’s something unpredictable

But in the end, it’s right

I hope you had the time of your life

It’s something unpredictable

But in the end, it’s right

I hope you had the time of your life

It’s something unpredictable

But in the end, it’s right

I hope you had the time of your life 

“

[“Good Riddance (Time of your life)” by Green Day]

In my morning melancholy today I had this song playing in my mind — a song that I connect mostly to my high school years (& heartbreaks), that I heard played at the last Pride event to which I went on Friday and that I sang with my Italian climbing buddy a couple months ago, with him strumming on the guitar and singing in a higher pitch than myself, before he returned to Europe.

A song connected to many Goodbyes — or “Good Riddances” — for me… 

A song that echoes and resonates with me deeply in this moment.