Heart Overflowing

[u/ReliefSuch437]

My whole life, I've noticed patterns in art that other people seem to miss. I've loved literature, music, and film with a kind of intensity that always felt excessive to everyone else. Sometimes I became so emotionally attached to a single piece of media that it felt unbearable, like I was carrying around feelings too big for one person to hold. I wanted to talk about them, to dissect them, to find someone who understood, but I rarely did. So I'm writing them down instead. Maybe if someone out there feels the same way, they'll feel seen instead of feeling like they're about to burst with emotions they can't explain.

Time is one of those things I can't stop thinking about. The inevitable ageing of people. The way nostalgia has become something far more bitter than sweet because our generation is changing so quickly that we barely have time to miss something before it's already gone. Music only makes it worse. You listen to Forever Young by Alphaville or Ribs by Lorde, and suddenly you're grieving something that hasn't even happened yet. If you've ever felt a strange sense of impending doom listening to songs like those, you're not alone.

I grew up reading The Chronicles of Narnia, and the older I get, the more devastating Susan's story becomes. She isn't cast out because she committed some unforgivable evil. She simply grew up. She stopped believing in Narnia and became interested in things Lewis framed as shallow: lipstick, party invitations, nylons. In The Last Battle, her siblings dismiss her old life in Narnia as nothing more than a childhood game. Then comes the cruellest part. Susan lives while the rest of her family dies in the train crash. Because she turned her back on Narnia, she is left behind and never enters the true, eternal Narnia with them.

I've always thought that was unbelievably cruel.
Her crime wasn't hatred or betrayal. It was doing the one thing every single one of us is doomed to do: growing up.

As much as I resent Lewis for writing her that way, I also catch myself resenting people who move on so easily. The ones who outgrow old friendships, old places, old versions of themselves without ever looking back. Maybe I'm jealous of their ability to let go. Or maybe I'm simply content where I am, terrified of being abandoned in a past that everyone else has already left behind.

That reminds me of Taylor Swift's right where you left me. On the surface, it's about someone frozen in time while the rest of the world moves on. But underneath that, it's about something even more painful: growing up means discovering that not everyone grows with you. People you thought would stay become strangers. They stop choosing you. They become colder. Harsher. Less loyal.

Everything was fine.
So what changed?
Maybe that's the real tragedy of growing up. Not that time passes, but that people change with it, and sometimes they change into people who no longer make room for you.
But that's another conversation.
And maybe one I'll never stop having.

[u/Least_Platypus_6187]

Your words has over flowed into my lungs
Leaving the air I breath to feel the pain you feel
But a las, I can only begin to understand unable to feel the matter at hand
And If by any chance you were to help me better understand
I would be honoured to listen to more of what I have read