That’s part of the chorus line in Leonard Cohen’s «Anthem». I don’t have any one favourite quote, but this passage from the lyrics often comes back to me …
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There’s a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in
No matter how you interpret these words … they have hope.
It has been said many times that life has its ups and downs, and that’s true for us all. We’ve all had our pains, adversities, we’ve been hurt and broken. No one’s pain is the same as the other’s, we can’t compare sufferings and say ‘I’ve had it worse than you’.
Regardless of that, no matter how broken we get, we pull ourselves together, do what we have to do and move on. Some of us might even have gotten close to surrendering, but didn’t.
«That’s how the light gets in»
In my way of looking upon these words, I see the light as Love. There’s always something worth living for … there’s so much beauty around us, if we only allow ourselves to see it, through the torrents of disasters we get caught up in, in the daily news.
Over the years, I’ve received a lot of cracks, and with them … more light! So I’m going to ring the bells as long as ever possible.
All the time, while writing this, a Swedish poem by Gustav Fröding has been floating around in my mind … because it has to do with cracks, I guess. I looked up the full poem and realized there’s not a chance I’ll try my hand at translating it. I’ll just give you the last line.
«Roses — even if in a cracked stone jug — will always still be roses»
…and here it goes for the Swedish-speakers 🙂
Nu är jag led vid tidens skism
emellan jord och stjärnor.
Vår idealism och realism
de klyva våra hjärnor.
Det ljugs när porträtterat grus
får namn av konst och fägring.
En syn, som svävar skön och ljus
i skyn, är sann som hägring.
Men strunt är strunt och snus är snus,
om ock i gyllne dosor,
och rosor i ett sprucket krus
är ändå alltid rosor.