Out of the Blue

And into the black. Once you're gone you can never come back.

     I was listening to Neil Young's "Hey Hey My My" today on my drive from school. Such a great song. Heart wrenching really. That line "once you're gone you can never come back, out of the blue and into the black," stuck. It is playing over and over in my head, and I can't help but think. It is true. Or at least how I see it.
     I had a conversation with a friend last week about the dark side of suburbia. He was telling how when asked about the "bad" things that happened at their high school or home town, the people who never did wrong, who only started experimenting with illicit substances in college would answer different than those who did the "bad" things. The good kids would say that there was no dark side to their towns because they were never part of it; they couldn't see it.
     Seeing that side, living and embracing it, changes the way a person sees the world. It only takes one dip in the dark side, and it will follow you everywhere. You see people differently, places, eyes opened to the darker shades of the spectrum. And you can never go back.
     The reason that every parent who lived their youth to the fullest can find that hidden stash, no matter the hiding spot. How they can spot any hint of intoxication without even looking. The way we avoid eye contact with some people, as we see right through them.
     It's definitely an idea worth thinking about. How the darker experiences of your life, big or small, can cause significant changes in how you see the world and live your life.