Sometimes, inspiration comes quietly — in the hum of a train, in a conversation overheard, or in a single look that stirs the heart.
That’s exactly how “Love My Lines Life” was born.
I was sitting on a train, lost in thought, when I noticed a woman speaking to her friend. She was talking about the Botox treatments she had recently done, saying proudly that all her wrinkles had vanished — that she looked ten years younger. But then she added something that struck me deeply:
“The only bad thing,” she said, “is that my face sometimes feels swollen. When I laugh, I don’t smile like before — my expression feels stiff.”
That moment stayed with me.
I wasn’t judging her — I just felt a quiet sadness.
Because behind her words, I heard something bigger: a fear of time, a struggle to erase the very signs that tell the story of our lives.
I asked myself:
Why are we trying to erase what makes us human?
Why do we hide the fingerprints of our years, when every line is a poem written by life itself?
That’s when the melody came.
Right there, in the rhythm of the train — like time itself moving forward — the song “Love My Lines Life” began to form.
The Meaning Behind the Song
At 46, I’ve learned to love the mirror not because it shows perfection, but because it shows truth.
Every line on my face is a chapter, every wrinkle a memory of laughter, pain, and growth.
The opening lines capture that innocent beginning:
Kid with a smile,
Bright for a while.
Mom, Dad, friends,
Laughs never end.
This is childhood — pure, bright, unfiltered. The “soft signs” and “blush on my lines” are symbols of youth’s first traces, the early “badges of love” that life sends us.
As the song moves forward, the verses shift into adulthood:
25 hard, lines appear,
Dreams still loud, doubts grow near.
Here, the tone matures. We begin to see the tension between hope and doubt, between dreams and the reality that shapes us. The “lines” are no longer just physical — they are emotional imprints, born from experience and perseverance.
Later, at midlife, the lyrics speak from the voice of reflection:
45 eyes,
Work and sighs.
Love and kid,
Half-life hid.
These lines reflect that bittersweet middle ground — when you’ve lived enough to see both the beauty and the cost of time. There’s love, there’s family, but also a quiet question: “Why? I ask, Drop the mask.”
That line holds the essence of the entire song:
To drop the mask, to be real, to let the soul — not society — define beauty.
Love as Acceptance
The chorus repeats like a mantra:
Love my lines, love my life,
Every mark, a memory rhyme.
Don’t erase, don’t disguise,
Time just sings what feels divine.
That’s not just a lyric — it’s a philosophy.
A call to embrace every age, every emotion, every scar, as sacred.
By the end of the song, in the final verse —
Wrinkles mine, no rewind.
Tears and joy, life’s old toy.
Scars of time, proof of climb.
— The message comes full circle.
It’s no longer about resisting age.
It’s about celebrating the climb, the journey, the proof that we lived.
What the Song Means to Me Now
“Love My Lines Life” isn’t just a song — it’s a mirror.
It reflects my own relationship with time, my gratitude for every wrinkle that has formed from laughter, tears, and love.
When I see faces that try to erase their story, I’m reminded how important it is to honor the marks of our existence. Because each one carries light — divine, human, eternal.
This song is my way of saying:
Don’t fear time. Love it. It’s writing your story, line by line.