When I was 15, my parents gave me the coolest Christmas present. I opened a series of nonsensical clues of which I was to make sense of. Ultimately, I put together that we were about to go on our family’s first cruise. Aren’t my parents great? Trying not to gush; but, they really deserve the praise. Anyway, while on the plane to Florida, I was listening to the XM radio that planes used to offer on the armrests (why isn’t that a thing anymore?). As I scrolled through stations, I caught the last half of a song I’d never heard before. At that point in my life, I hadn’t really figured out my musical preferences. When asked what type of music I liked, I’d panic and give the standard, “I like pretty much everything.” Well, at that moment on the plane, I figured out the answer. Yes– it was that dramatic.
I listened to this song, and smiled. I wanted to listen to it on repeat, and then only other songs that brought me the same instant joy. As I stared out the window at the clouds, my cheeks began to hurt. Eventually, the song ended and the DJ announced, “That was Coldplay’s new song, ‘Lovers in Japan‘.” Conveniently, I had a dear friend, Rachel, who often preached her love for this band. As soon as I was home from the cruise (by the way, it was great–thanks Disney) Rachel handed over four disks of Coldplay tunes. I listened to nothing else. I had never been so affected by music. I became equally as enamored with their lyrics, thematic genius, and personal lives. I went full on fangirl. And guess what? I haven’t really changed.
Despite everything I’ve gone through since 15, Coldplay continues to bring me unrelenting joy. I often struggle to manage my emotions, and those on the darker side are the toughest to survive. I’ve found that their music is a pacemaker. The past two years have been bleaker and harder than I ever imagined, but here I am. I am reaching a goal, I’m creating something, I’m still LIVEing. I could not have reached this point without the constant reminder that I was evolving onwards and upwards, going up and up. So, this song became this blog. Coldplay’s interpretation of the flower of life became instrumental in my healing, (yes, that’s a Coldplay tattoo on my arm) and is sprinkled throughout this site. Fingers crossed that I’m not violating any trademark laws, because being sued by Chris Martin would probably crush my chances with him (RIP Morgan).
In all seriousness, I would not be able to create this without Coldplay. In any likelihood, if I had not established that passion in my life, I probably wouldn’t still have one. They helped carry me through my traumas, and it’s only right that their role in this project be shouted from the rooftops.
Thank you, Coldplay!