First Encounter
On a bleak night, September 9th, I finally had my first listening experience of the controversial eight minutes of Let It Happen, by Tame Impala. Even though I really liked the song, I never managed to listen to it in its entirety and instead skipped the middle part. The part that I really like from this song is the instrumental break and it's also the part that I refuse to listen to because the repetition is boring as shit. But that night, everything became different after I listened to it until the end. Turns out I had a better experience hearing it in the full version. And that's not what I want to tell you. What I want to tell you is the story behind it—why I managed to finish this song the first time.
There are so many things in life that are out of our control, from outside and sometimes within ourselves—yes, sometimes. There are so many things that are resisted from happening in the right order, as they should. There are external forces but there are also internal riots. External forces, are things that you cannot control by yourself, happen according to the laws of nature. And by internal riots, here I am talking about the mind and the heart, which is most likely the one who takes so much control over your actions, maturely or even impulsively. And on that day, those two things seemed to collide.
I never thought that my destiny would be to meet these humans, without even having a disagreement, it was clear that we were not a match for each other. Case number one, If you talk about A, I talk about B. That’s completely okay, actually. Not to mention the past that accompanies you, which can have a big impact on other people's futures. Not only that, from the case number two, these people are meant to be in love and not even try to hide their feelings, even in the professional circumtances. That’s just only problem from external roles. From my side, there was also another human being—whose the actions left a big question mark in my head. It always giving me: are you serious or are you serious. On the contrary, I wish I could refuse not to think about it. But I impulsively keep recalling and recalling and recalling, to find out the truth from your actions.
And that night, I myself refused not to shed tears, while the song was drowning in my head. All of the events seemed to happen the way it should be, torturing the deepest part of my little heart, so that's how every part collided at the first encounter.
“When it happens, when it happens (I won’t be holding on) So let it happen, let it happen…”
As time goes by, we never intended to meet on the same path, you say A and I say B, you think A and I think the opposite, you want A and vice versa, I do the opposite. Have you ever thought that someone could actually cross your mind without crossing boundaries? Oh, dear. All we do is cross the line, peel the onion, find something to relate to ourselves. Have you ever felt related to myself, then? Not really, right?
So why did all your gestures seem to have something relating, try to provide things we could really talk about, say things that I might approve?
Oh, dear, sometimes we fail in the first encounter, just like in the movies. And for our case, it always will. To you, stay far, stay out of touch. I myself always appreciate the concept of diversity, even though we are destined to be on the same path, with the same brain, and the same goals. It doesn't matter, cause we all have been maintaining relationships that contain disagreements and contradiction, right?
Handling a larger number of heads, already increases the risk of my own internal riots. And among them all, there’s your existence—which so funny, dear, it trouble up my days. I myself refuse the forces of thinking of it—as an external role. Till I found something that might be my closure, and so by that I'm no longer paying so much attention and think about it, and let it happen the way it should be.
If I come up to your mind, and you're having a hard time resisting to recalling it, that's okay, dear. I always do the same thing.
