I remember

A long time ago, I was obsessed with a guy who wrote music reviews and called his site The War Against Silence. His writing tending to be equal parts focused on music and charming ruminations on the world. The years passed and he stopped writing music reviews because they were taking over his life and he got married and had a kid and I don't know this person whose life I followed, but he still writes a blog very occasionally and I still check it at the end of the year to see if he has a best of the year music list.

Today, when I went to check on it, he had a post up that made me remember why I used to follow this life that has nothing to do with me; a love of the beauty in life turns out to be something that can reach out and grab you wherever you are. So I am linking to his blog and quoting a piece of his comments after his team lost the MLS Cup finals, but you really should read the whole thing.

By the next time the Revolution try to win a championship, my daughter will be old enough to understand, if not the event, then what it does to me. She will learn to care about things that can hurt her, or she won't. This will be her decision, not mine.

But she can already dance. She can already see what these songs do to me. Music does not compete. Chase This Light does not defeat Clarity or Futures, never mind Odinist or American Doll Posse or Send Away the Tigers. Loss is not required. It is possible to love everything more than everything else. I give her a world in which this is true, and this time I don't have to wish I could change anything, because this truth is already true here.