Power...

Music… there isn’t a whole lot of words you can use to describe the feelings that you get from “that one song” you may have heard a summer long ago or in a friends basement you no longer converse with. But when you do hear it, it transmits you right back to the place you were when you first heard it. An ex lover or friend, a feeling of emptiness or joy; even both simultaneously are feelings that will hit you. Sometimes it will open the memory back up as soon as you hear the first note of the song. Tonight I played a song and as soon as it started my heart sank into my chest just as it did seven years ago; that is how powerful music is. Even a song from a movie that may identify with a particular segment of your life can trigger those thoughts and feeling you had when you first saw the movie. You may have just overheard it in the background at a friend’s house during a some sort of party; but it will still take you right back to that part of your life as if you never moved on. Music itself comes to life; the words just give it more of a vibrant character. When it plays, your ears may hear it… but your soul feels it. The reason I write this is because today I resurrected my ipod which is full of music from my past. It is as though a piece of my soul had been found. Sentiments of almost everything I have ever felt in my life surrounding music were brought back into my soul/body. That is the power of music.

When it's over

It seems as though I spend too much time whining about stupid pettily stuff; the government, what they’re taking out of schools and allowing them to put in. my life is pretty decent and I have little to complain about but it seems I just find little stuff, meaning less stuff, to talk about. Someone posted that I do it for attention; letting my pride fall, I strongly agree. Sometimes I just want certain people to talk to me but I end up offending them. Friendships in my life have been cut and I have burned bridges trying to seek out attention. I guess in this case I am sick of chasing, that’s what I was doing in the first place. I feel like I am playing against the “too cool” attitude game and I am not cool enough to play. When it all comes down to it, I guess I’m not cool; if there is such a thing. Then again, is this just one more little pettily thing for me to bleat about. If the horse is dead… dismount.