So I was walking in to work this morning listening to that song. Repeatedly. Something about it just crawls around inside my head and makes itself at home.

I think I know why. It is a upbeat song, yet still meloncholy. The ides in the song are powerful, and the ending is sort of a downbeat and the lyrics trail off with a forlorn tone.

I guess it's a metaphor for how I feel life is, and needs to be. Life can never be perfect. Whenever my life seems perfect, I worry. I just get paranoid waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for some big disaster. Which is why when some small tinge of meloncholy shows itself, or some small crisis comes up, it reminds me that life is as it should be. That there is a balance. That no major crisis is waiting to strike. I like having a little bit of meloncholy in my life. It makes it feel real, feel tangible. Life has to have some aspect of a downer to make the happy times feel real, feel as good as they should. Without the sad moments, the happy moments would not hold the same flair.

Life is good, even when it's bad. It's that bad that makes the good REALLY intensely pleasurable. I think if there was only good times and never bad, life would be boring.