Mamma Mia

It sounds like jumping without a parachute - but with such excitement that you don't even think about falling. The voices seem to read the rhythm of your heart, which has dug in its heels and decided: “Stop? Seriously? Well, well, try it.” There's something about it that reminds me of the schoolyard, where there was always someone who climbed higher than everyone else on the horizontal bar and then smirked from above. Only now, the horizontal bar has been replaced by an entire galaxy.

You want to listen to the song with your eyes half-closed, like watching fireworks at a fair that are too loud, too bright, too bold. But it is precisely this excess that captivates you. Teenage confidence that the whole world is too small for such plans, and in general, it's time to raise the bar higher, because “up there” the view is probably better.

The irony is that it all sounds not like a challenge, but like a celebration. As if rising higher is not a competition, but a natural state. Well, what? Someone has to shine so brightly that the rest have to squint.