If my life were a song..

Lana Del Rey - Ride

I have stumbled upon Lana Del Rey by coincidence when I was on my way back from Dubai. I was going through the list of artists on the in-flight entertainment system and thought of wasting time by listening to random hits. National Anthem was one of them. I’ve heard the song many times and I kinda liked her voice. Intrigued to discover more, I selected Lana’s full list of tracks. I can honestly say that it was one of the best flights I’ve ever been on thanks to Miss Lana’s magical voice.

Later on while I was reliving those moments, I came across “Ride”..

The song with the wonderful scenery, ridiculous good looks of Lana and the older men.. the whole combination was strange and captivating. Listening to her smooth, calming voice throughout the intro and the ending was the best part. I must have listened to this song hundreds of times on repeat. I absolutely love it. Something about this song reached into me. It touched me deeply. There’s a certain kind of sadness that makes you feel so comfortable. And that was my kind of song. I related to it although my life does not resemble anything to that video. I think that if my life were a song, it would be “Ride” by Lana Del Rey..

I will quote some parts of the intro and ending and leave you to the wonderful song my life is..


I once had a dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events some of those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken.
But I didn’t really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is.
When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I’d been living, they asked me why – but there’s no use in talking to people who have home.
They have no idea what it’s like to seek safety in other people – for home to be wherever you lay your head.
I was always an unusual girl.
My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean…
And if I said I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way I’d be lying…
Because I was born to be the other woman.
I belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone.
Who had nothing, who wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.


Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people, and finally I did on the open road.
We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art.
Live fast. Die young. Be wild. And have fun.
I believe in the country America used to be.
I believe in the person I want to become.
I believe in the freedom of the open road.
And my motto is the same as ever:
“I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I’m at war with myself I ride, I just ride.”
Who are you?
Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?
Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?
I have. I am fucking crazy.
But I am free.