Santana's 1981 Open invitation was brought into the spotlight about three months ago through Olga Myko's modern cover of it going by the title Use me.
My initial hearing of the song was right on Tiktok. With the song playing at the background, a lady was interpreting the wordings using sign language.
Being a low-key fan of gestures, I was more captivated by the lady's fluid movement than the song itself and clearly wished to learn it.
I did grasp the flow but not after the song had glued to my memory and had my lips moving against my will, singing it over and over again.
Do I have an open invitation saying use me, use me, use me? Why do I choose people that don't choose me?
To be honest, I simply loved Olga's soothing vocals alongside the epic crescendo and soft piano melodies the song embodies but when I bothered to listen in to the lines, I felt it wouldn't be wrong to say the artist had me and others who could resonate, in mind while composing it all.
The previous year had quite a bunch up its sleeve which it all but delivered without fail. Talk about anything, everything and nothing sealed up in a package. Amid many others, my relationship with people stood out most.
I like to think that I care and relate quite well with people I've come to know overtime, even to a fault. Given how introverted I am, people do find it hard to believe how I'm able to do so. Though probably not as much as an extrovert but also not as expected of an introvert.
And among these relationships I garnered, a bunch of them whom I tagged as friends turned out to be anything but that. Merely drove me to give my all- time, energy, efforts. Drained me in every way possible, played, used, surged my inferiority complex and diverted my focus from the things that really mattered.
Tuning in to Use me, I couldn't help but wonder if I had an open invitation which let people waltz into my life at will and it seemed I did, else how do I explain the situation?
However, time and events were precisely the alarm that woke me up from my slumber and spurred me into action. I created the much needed distance which automatically drew up a boundary line while equally mindful not to alienate my genuine persons in the course of it.
You can guess what followed suit... No dramas. Pressure. Negative energies. Believe me when I say I would give anything just so who I currently am, never gets pulled back into that flame.
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