#junomata

I don’t know if that’s what Ariana intended. But sometimes songs stop belonging to the artist and begin living inside the experiences we attach to them. And when I listen to it through that lens, I hear something different.

I hear the weight of being loved. Because love is beautiful until you realize it can also leave you carrying things you never asked to hold.

One of the things I’ve always admired about Ariana isn’t her voice, her success, or even her artistry. It’s the fact that she kept showing up.

Imagine standing on a stage that reminds you of both celebration and loss.

Imagine knowing that some of the people who came to see you never made it home.

Most people would understand if you never wanted to return. Yet she continued creating. Continued performing. Continued loving the people who remained.

Not because the grief disappeared. Not because the memories became easier. But because there were still people here. Still songs to sing. Still moments to share.

I’ve been thinking about that lately. How the deepest forms of love often arrive carrying weight.

How loving people means accepting that some memories will always ache. How courage is sometimes nothing more than choosing to return to the places that hurt and finding a way to create beauty there anyway.

If this happens to be Ariana’s final tour, then I think she’s already given us more than enough.

Not just music.

But an example of what it looks like to keep moving forward while carrying something heavy.

Whether I ever get to see her perform live or not, her art has already found its place in my life.

And maybe that’s enough.

God bless you, Ari. Ily. ♾️