Time in a Bottle

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I heard this very beautiful song on the radio today. It's called Time in a Bottle by Jim Croce

If I could save time in a bottle
 The first thing that I'd like to do
 Is to save every day
 'Til eternity passes away
 Just to spend them with you
 
If I could make days last forever
 If words could make wishes come true
 I'd save every day like a treasure and then,
 Again, I would spend them with you
 
[Chorus]
 But there never seems to be enough time
 To do the things you want to do
 Once you find them
 I've looked around enough to know
 That you're the one I want to go
 Through time with
 
If I had a box just for wishes
 And dreams that had never come true
 The box would be empty
 Except for the memory
 Of how they were answered by you

In the past when I heard songs like this, they were pleasant and I enjoyed them, but I didn't understand some of the complexities underlying them. Now, after going through a dark time in my life in which I experienced loss and confronted my own demons, life feels different, and interestingly this carries over to my experience of songs. I hear the longing in them now, the hope, the heartbreak, the pain. I understand more about humanity and the human experience now. And I 'm filled with gratitude. 

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