United By Music

Music unites us. We may not be aware of it, in all the years we are to be on this earth it may not even cross our minds once, but music is the invisible thread that ties us all together. Some how, some way, music unites each and every one of us. Right now, at this very moment, there are 305,593,054 people living and breathing in the United States. 305,593,054 beating hearts. 611,186,108 listening ears. Chances are 50,000 of those people are listening to music. Whether it be music from their phone, music on the radio on their way to work, or music blaring from their iPod buds as they go on their morning walk; it’s all music. Now, with over 300 million people in our nation, there’s bound to be diversity in music preference. That’s inevitable. But perhaps 10 of those people are coincidently listening to the same song. The same lyrics. The same tune. The same beat. Those people, no matter who they are or what they are, are hearing and feeling together, without even knowing it. They’re tapping their feet to the same beat, and humming to the same melody. Maybe that music is saving their lives, inspiring them, calming them down, or cheering them up. Completely unaware of it, these people are apart of something bigger then themselves.
Now, keep in mind, that these people are just people to music. The people could be black, white, or purple for all music cares. Music doesn’t discriminate. It doesn’t care what brand your jeans are, how much you weigh, how many friends you have, or what president you voted for last election. Nor does music take notice in the way you talk or walk or act. Music doesn’t care. Music isn’t here to judge you, its just here to be your companion. To understand you when no one else does. To put your thoughts into the words that you could never find. To tell you it’s okay to cry when your worlds crashing down or to lighten your heart when you’re happy. Music can always slow down to the adagio moments in life, or match the speed of the allegro times that overwhelm us.
Music has the power to grasp a hold of your very essence, more so than anything else. Music speaks, fluently I might add, the language of our souls that no one else has managed to translate. Look at a concert for example. Take a second, just a second, and tear your eyes away from the performer and look into the eyes and the faces of the people around you. I bet you can see the adoration and passion that’s just emanating off of them. I can only imagine the thoughts in everyone’s minds as they all stand together; united by the verses of songs they know like old friends. The staccato beats of their hearts pounding in quiet unison. It doesn’t matter who they are. They’re here for one reason, because their love of music. Now, I don’t know if you’ve ever been to a concert, but let me tell you about the feeling. It’s like being a part of something bigger. It’s like being in a group of friends because everyone at that concert has at least one thing to relate to. These people that you’ve never met before suddenly share a very real and important part of you.
Music can put up walls that block everything but your thoughts and feelings out and music can tear down the fences that our society has built for us to so obediently imprison ourselves within. With headphones in your ears, or the boom box blasting, you can forget about your worries, you can be somewhere else. We’re all looking to be understood, we all have that in common, and we can find that level of understanding in music. Music weaves its way through humanity and pulls us all in like the bars in a stanza pull together notes. Because we, the people of America, are so much like music. Alone, one note is just a sound, but when notes are combined beautiful songs can be created, works of art even. Alone, we are just but a person, but together we can change the world.

Over and Over and Over Again

Life seems to be turning into another monotonous cycle. I'm stuck.

Sixteen Years and One Day

Yesterday was my sixteenth birthday. I've been alive for SIXTEEN years now. The thoughts a tad bit daunting. But nonetheless it feels good to be sixteen. It's the age i've been looking forward to since I entered Jr. High. And now, here I am. Driving, working, paying for my own things... like i said, daunting. I feel like this is a turning point. My life's piecing together slowly. I start guitar lessons in a few weeks (which i'm incredibly excited about). I've been creating the foundation for my future for awhile now, but i feel as if this is truly the time when my actions will affect what and who I am in the next ten years. That scares me too. Man, sixteen. I know soon it'll lose it's novelty and then I'll be counting down the days till eighteen... but I'm still caught up in the excitement of it. Life is flying by.

One Among Billions

Do you ever have those moments where you zone out, and suddenly the whole world comes into focus, and you realize that your just one person among billions? That your tiny in comparison to the world that we live in. I had one of those moments today. I was just sitting, doing some menial task, and oh I dont know how to explain it. Its like an out of body experience of sorts. Everything came into perspective, all sharp and clear-like. It was a true moment of clarity. Often times I think I get lost and caught up in my life. I just tumble along with my snowballing problems, letting myself become enthralled with the issues and inconsequential events of life. But something triggered some kind of snap in my mind, and it was as if I zoomed out on my life, and saw it from a birds eye point of view. I saw how small my problems were and how big the world was. Goodness, I don't know. It's a weird feeling. But I love those moments. They really put things in a different light. Hmmmm. asdfljasl;fjwler.