One

Dinner tonight with friends at a crowded restaurant. Over the din of all the conversations, I could just make out the rhythm and the voice of this song, a song that has always seemed so true to me, and never more than now. And I thought about the people I love, the people I’ve hurt, the people I’ve carried, the people who have hurt me, the people who have carried me. All the same few people.

We’re one but we’re not the same
We get to carry each other

If we can just not keep fucking everything up, maybe we do get to carry each other a little bit. What a privilege that is.

Life is complicated.

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(I wrote about U2’s “One” in March.)