Note: This is the last piece I'm doing about this particular scenario EVER. It's very specific. And very personal. I've written about it several times in my last projects, but only once in this one. This was designed this way on purpose. There is a reason for it. It's symbolic. I wanted to have these new points of view displayed in one giant emotion filled writing rather than scattered around. The symbol is closure and freedom.
Cherry Hill is a town in New Jersey. In order to get to Philadephia from New York City via driving, you must go through it. The name always fascinated me for whatever reason. It just sounds like a name that is out of place in a state like New Jersey. Then I started thinking about road kill. How morbid the phrase is and how gross and genuinely sad it is to see. And just blending the two phrases together in a title, it had a nice ring to it. I love this title and what it's going to stand for.
Anyway, Cherry Hill sounds very throwback to me, and in the past, served as my own passage-way. Well, while taking the journey there, on bus, I would look outside the window and just look at the setting. It was really nothing to brag about. It was very isolated. Chain restuarants, fast food, lots of roads, trees...But I enjoyed the ride because of what the overall outcome would be.
This is the idea about the decision to take a journey based on what your heart says, even though your brain knows it will end up in tragedy. It's the classic case of hope against hope.
Let me stop beating around the bush. You know when you're in love with someone but they fall out of love with you. The intensity of the situation NEEDS to be touched on. Some people, believe it or not, don't have to feel this pain. I don't know how or why, but they never seem to be the hurt. They do the hurting. More power to you if you have that ability. But I haven't had that same sort of luck. So anyway, when you feel for someone who doesn't feel back, you typically go on a mission. And that mission is labeled as hope AGAINST hope. It's that feeling that you get inside your gut where you KNOW these actions won't help, and may even harm the situation further. But you don't care. It's as if you don't have control of the situation. It becomes an out of body experience, where you're just observing yourself make these mistakes, and there's nothing you can do about it. You're in theory, watching a train wreck
So in this song, a guy makes a journey to save a dying relationship. He's on his way to Philly, but realizes the dream is dead halfway there. This realization is made in Cherry Hill. And he heads back home.
No, this particular never really happened to me. I didn't physically take the journey, but I did in my head, which I considered torturous enough. This man reflects on the lost love and no longer blamed himself or her at the end. And he felt the greatest feeling in this case. That feeling is indifference.
We tend to simply label people as bad or mean or wrong. But are they really? Just because they do something outside of our own beliefs, does that make them wrong? It's such a tough realization, believe me. Because when you're so angry and upset at someone, you associate them with badness. But what defines someone as bad. We all have different morals and standards. So, in the end, no one is really wrong. Of course, you have the right to resent actions, which sort of contradicts all that was stated in this paragraph to begin with. Oh well.
Side note: Tomorrow will be my first day on radio. It's just a practice run for a weekly sports talk show (with music) that I'm doing with this guy for school. It will be on around 2ish. Yikes. Wish me luck. I'll discuss further about it once I actually know more. Talk to you all soon.
And Jack Bauer is king.
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