If they were right, I'd agree
But it's them they know, not me
There's a way, and I know
I have to go away
I know I have to go
--Cat Stevens, Father and Son
I understand things through their opposites. Their failures.
It's the way I'm drawn to songs about failed love and pain, because they show me what love should never do. Cat Stevens' song is like that. Not about love, but something more basic, more fundamental.
Two personalities clashing. One full of life--wanting to experience, wanting to rush forward.
One wanting to spare pain, mistakes, and straying badly off course.
And they've passed each other in the middle. The father is not the mentor. Not a wealth of understanding, guidance, and acceptance. The son is not the re-ignition of passion. Not the recaptured lust for life.
I understand this failure, this absence. I understand what I've missed. I understand why certain movies have been hitting me so hard lately.
I understand things through their opposites. But I'd like to ask Cat Stevens a question, in case he knows.
Where do you go after you've gone away?