“Coming Back to Life” – When a Song Becomes the Soundtrack of My Life

We often say it – “this song is mine.” And for some of us, it's more than just a saying. It’s a lifeline. For me, Coming Back to Life by Pink Floyd isn’t just a favorite track – it’s the reflection of my journey through darkness, silence, and rebirth. I’ve come back to life so many times I’ve lost count. But those guitar notes… I never forget them.

When Music Becomes Medicine

We all have our songs. The ones that take us back to a place, a feeling, a memory. But sometimes a song goes deeper – it settles into your nervous system, into your soul. Coming Back to Life is one of those songs for me. It’s about rising again, about stepping out of the shadows, about breathing freely.

David Gilmour’s guitar weeps, whispers, cries, and embraces – all at once. The opening solo isn’t just music; it’s a wake-up call. And every time I’ve hit rock bottom, I’ve heard it whisper: “It’s not over. You’re not done yet.”

Multiple Lives Within One

I’ve gone under more than once. Not literally – but spiritually. Some call it life crises, others call it breakdowns. I call them transformations. It's in the collapse that you see what’s left, what truly matters. And every time I’ve fallen – whether through heartbreak, lost dreams, financial struggles, or simply losing myself – I’ve somehow found a way back.

But I’ve never done it alone. Coming Back to Life has always been there in the background. Not as the solution – but as the companion. It was with me on the deck of my boat, staring out at the ocean. It was with me in lonely apartments in foreign cities. It was there when I rose from the ashes – dusty, but alive.

Lyrics That Hit Deep

Let’s pause for a moment and look at the lyrics:

"Where were you when I was burned and broken
While the days slipped by from my window watching..."

This isn’t just poetry. It’s a cry from someone who’s been shattered. And those of us who’ve been there, we know what that feels like. But then comes the shift, the light, the power:

"I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the moment had arrived
For killing the past and coming back to life."

Right there. Killing the past and coming back to life. That’s exactly what I’ve done – time and time again. Let go of what was. Taken a deep breath. Felt my heart beat again.

It’s Not Always Dramatic – But It’s Always Real

Talking about “coming back to life” may sound like a movie script. Explosions. Tears. Climaxes. But often, it’s much quieter than that. It’s a cup of coffee in the morning sun after weeks in darkness. It’s a phone call that doesn’t hurt. A laugh. A walk with no destination.

And it’s in those small moments that Coming Back to Life echoes inside me. The bending guitar notes guide my steps. The melancholy gives my joy depth. Because I’ve been low. And I know how it feels to rise again.

Music as Identity

There’s a strange kind of comfort in having a song that walks beside you. A reminder that this isn’t the first time I’ve stood back up. And probably not the last. The song becomes like an invisible tattoo – part of who you are.

And even if I stand stronger today, looking out over new horizons, I know I carry scars. But they’re mine. And they’re beautiful – because they show I survived.

To You Who Are Still in the Dark

If you’re reading this and you’re in that space – somewhere between brokenness and rebirth – I just want to say: you’re not alone. There is music for you too. Maybe it’s Coming Back to Life. Maybe it’s something else. But it’s there.

Let it be your hymn. Your starting point. Your reminder that you still have something left to give.

Ending

I don’t know how many times I’ve “come back to life.” But I know that every time has made me a little more whole. And every time, the sound of Pink Floyd has been there – a bridge between the past and the now.

So when someone says, “That song – it’s mine,” I know exactly what they mean. Because Coming Back to Life… it’s mine.