Love and Music

Love. It's used as a noun, a verb, an adjective. Love has always been used as inspiration for poetry, songs, movies, plays, and other acts. Everyone has their own opinion on love and what it means. Some may even say that they do not believe that love (or true love) exists. I on the other hand do. Yeah, I may not be in love, or even truly understand what love means but even teenagers have their own idea of love too.

The simplest idea I have of love, and my easiest way to express it in any situation, is in terms (or through) music. A heart beats; music is a flow of beats. Love makes your heart race and evokes happiness. It gives a person feelings for another that only they can understand. For me, music does the exact same thing. When I listen to music it evokes my most inner feelings, and is so strong and powerful to me, that that's the only way I can really express myself in any and all situations. It makes my heart race, gives me goose-flesh, and makes me feel things that I can't explain to anyone else unless they feel the love in the music too.

They say that love is the most powerful feeling in the world. That it can make people do crazy things. And I, I believe it. But I also believe that music does the same. Just like love doesn't always makes sense, neither does music (and yes, a career can be produced from love if a person chooses to pursue a career in a field that they love, or builds a career for a loved one). Nor should it. Love also produces beautiful things. Marriage, careers, and a child are all products of love. In terms of music "marriage"= partnership between a musicians or an artist and their agency; "career"= obviously making or performing music for a living; and "a child"= a song, or the actually music produced by the artist/musician/agency. Love. It's used as a noun, a verb, an adjective. My love is used as and for music. Always have, and no matter what, always will.
So Love and Music. Two separate things entirely, or one in the same?

Till next time; music is my love.

Simply, Me.

A Turtle in the Moonlight

So, sometimes I get lost. In my mind, in my life, in my spiritual walk, in my relationships; and, sometimes in just plain reality. Life is supposed to be full of experiences. Some good, others... not so good. During the bad times we are told to look at the glass as half full instead of half empty. That that little thing called optimism is what we can cling to to keep us satisfied with situations. Yet, it can be so hard to just ignore the fact that maybe the glass is half empty. The sun rises and it sets; so, to me anyhow, the glass can't always be half full. There has to be a time, if just once, that the glass is indeed half empty.

I have messed up so may things that were going right in my life, and have taken them for granted. God has been good to me lately though, and things are starting to line up like Orion's Belt (yay for cheesey stars aligned reference!). I think I may be beginning to figure out how this whole "take life one day at a time" thing works. Then again, procrastinating when it comes to homework tends to make one think about their tomorrow... Guess that better stop if I want to continue this new journey of a stress free year(s). If I were a baby turtle these situations would work out so much smoother.

When a baby sea turtle is born into this world, it is alone with no parents to help guide it to the ocean. When the turtle hatches at night, it uses the light of the moon to guide it to the frothy sea foam and, eventually, to its' awaiting parent. If we were sea turtles and had an eternal moon to shine on the path that we are supposed to take (the expressway through life if you will), we would be sailing through life with nothing but pure happiness. We would have nothing to worry about because we know that we would be taken care of.

Then again, I guess God does that for me already. I believe that we all want to be able to go through life with no problems or strife. Yet, subconciously we like the thrill, the rush, the excitement of not knowing how things will turn out. In the end we all have that path that we are supposed to take, and because we don't have someone or something specifically guiding us step by step on this path we choose to take the ways of our trials and tribulations (not that we would follow that someone or something anyway). I admit it, I like having problems sometimes or else life would be too easy, too boring, too Simple... Still, it's nice to dream of my turtle in the moonlight way of life.

Till next time; I'll be looking at the glass as half full.

Simply, Me.