Way Too Easy

A friend pointed me to a song recently – Wildfire, by Mandolin Orange – it’s worth a listen.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r9jwGansp1E

Anyway, amongst all the lyrics jumping out of that song and grabbing my attention, one seemed to jump the highest, and stick in my head:

“It should have been different,

it should have been easy,

but pride has a way of holding too firm to history.”

That last part, “pride has a way of holding too firm to history” is what caught my attention as a truth.  It is indeed easy to hold onto some thing, some thought, some idea that has nestled in my head over time and lose sight of the possibility that that thing, thought, idea might mean something entirely different to someone else.  On this serious topic, oddly (though “song jumping” is pretty normal for me) what comes to mind are some of the line’s in Brad Paisley’s I’m Still a Guy

“When you see a deer you see Bambi, I see antlers hung on a wall

When you see a lake you think picnics, and I see a largemouth under that log”

Though perhaps my favorite line from that is this:

“You see a classic French painting, I see a drunk, naked girl.”

All that is a long way around to circling back to “pride has a way of holding too firm to history.”  It is easy, way too easy, to believe that my interpretations of history, and the feelings I have about them, are the only ones, or at least the correct ones.  Way too easy!