You are the song.
Roger says that to Mimi in Rent. I would like to say that to you, dear reader. And I would like to affirm that about myself.
I am the song. You are the song. We are the song.
Roger is this struggling musician. He has been struggling to write something new. So perhaps that line is just a reference to the idea that he was able to write a song, near the stories end, by focusing on her.
And yet, I have this hope that it means something more. That is why I would like to say it to you; because maybe it means something so much bigger than just artistic inspiration.
I am thinking about how we all have this thing we chase after. Roger had his songs. Painters have their paintings. Businessman have that one big business deal. I have this love affair with words. But sometimes it is an unrequited thing. An amazing poem, a transcendent story, a transforming blog post. This is living inside of me, taunting me. It is a thing unwritten.
Greatness has been achieved by people brave enough to go after their dreams.
But there has been suffering, too. I have been daunted by the oppurtunities I have squandered. By the words I have left unwritten. By the things I wish I could have achieved.
I have shut myself down, sometimes, and I have shut myself off. I have been unavailable.
This is the human condition. Even if you are not an artist. There are things you long for. And you haven’t gotten all of those things yet. (I hope and pray you haven’t gotten all the things you long for yet! What a hell life would be if you have!)
But whatever you are running after, whatever you are longing for, it is not greater than the people around you. Roger tells Mimi that she is a song; and I hope that he means that she is greater than a song. And I am just learning to say that, now. The people around me– you– you are greater, more, better than anything my brain can dream up, anything that my hands can produce.