Today I learned a few things...
The music moves in my heart... No matter what. It's not about opinions, or judgments, or wrongs and rights. It's about the music.
Music is a universal language that we all speak, and we ALL have the right to speak (sing) about anything we want. Who is someone else to judge? Who is someone else to speak out against the music because of their own issues with it? Don't get me wrong... I'm all for freedom of speech and "stand up for what you believe in" Uncle Sam lingo, but there's a time and place for everything...
Everyone has the right to their own opinions, but we as a united front have the freedom to express our talents and passion in anyway we want just as much as any individual on their own can.
I'm not judging anyone. I respect everyone's opinion, even when I do not agree with them. I just believe there are far more important things...
It's about the music. Or atleast it is to me... I don't understand why others don't see it like that.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Life is good...
For once, I’m ok with letting the future be the future, unknown and undecided. I learned that I can still live for the future, but I still need to be here in the present. Who knows what the future holds for me? Can it handle my big dreams and my big ambitions? I sure hope so:) No matter what, I will not stop dreaming. In my opinion, you have to “dream big” to be BIG. I suppose I’m very corny about things like that, but I’m a dreamer and proud of it.
A wise woman once said… “The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams…” -Eleanor Roosevelt---She knew what was up;)
I think life is what one makes it. I’m trying to make it amazing. I don’t want to be afraid of it… I want to be friends with it:) That’s exactly what we are… friends. Sure there’s days where we are gloomy or cranky. The days when the time passes to slow or the days when it passes to fast. There’s the days where we laugh and joke, and also days where we absolutely loathe eachother! But in the end… Life is beautiful. It’s so precious. It’s so good to me. I just want to return the favor. I want to be good to life.
A wise woman once said… “The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams…” -Eleanor Roosevelt---She knew what was up;)
I think life is what one makes it. I’m trying to make it amazing. I don’t want to be afraid of it… I want to be friends with it:) That’s exactly what we are… friends. Sure there’s days where we are gloomy or cranky. The days when the time passes to slow or the days when it passes to fast. There’s the days where we laugh and joke, and also days where we absolutely loathe eachother! But in the end… Life is beautiful. It’s so precious. It’s so good to me. I just want to return the favor. I want to be good to life.
No judgments please... I'm a newbie.
Yes I am fully aware that this is my third post in 4 hours, but I'm new here, and I'm full of thoughts. About to burst actually...
Will you just come away with me? You and me? Far away... detached from the world for a while? Just a little while. Let's take a car and just drive... drive and drive, till we run out of road...
You are just another factor added onto this long equation of mine called... REALITY.
I suppose at the end of the day, I prefer reality. It's real.
I'm thankful you are a factor in my life:) A very special factor you are indeed.
Will you just come away with me? You and me? Far away... detached from the world for a while? Just a little while. Let's take a car and just drive... drive and drive, till we run out of road...
You are just another factor added onto this long equation of mine called... REALITY.
I suppose at the end of the day, I prefer reality. It's real.
I'm thankful you are a factor in my life:) A very special factor you are indeed.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Forgetting...?
Am I forgetting what is really important? I am happy. So happy. Happier than I've been in a while, and yet this is the time when I feel like I'm doing everything wrong.
It's right there in front of me... Close enough to touch.
Am I focusing on the less important? The unneccesary?
So confused.
I have this little problem... it's called procrastination. We all at one point in our lives fall victims to this evil plague of sorts. But, I fall a lot. I get to caught up. Time passes to fast... I used to think It passed too slow...
When it's all said and done, there's one thing that I am sure of...
No matter what time of day it is. No matter what the weather is like outside. No matter what challenges I will face, I want this. Now, all I have to do is grab it.
Grabbing's not as easy as it looks though.
Hard Work. The two words I try to keep lodged in my mind, body, and soul at all times.
Don't want to mess this up. Please don't let me mess this up.
It's right there in front of me... Close enough to touch.
Am I focusing on the less important? The unneccesary?
So confused.
I have this little problem... it's called procrastination. We all at one point in our lives fall victims to this evil plague of sorts. But, I fall a lot. I get to caught up. Time passes to fast... I used to think It passed too slow...
When it's all said and done, there's one thing that I am sure of...
No matter what time of day it is. No matter what the weather is like outside. No matter what challenges I will face, I want this. Now, all I have to do is grab it.
Grabbing's not as easy as it looks though.
Hard Work. The two words I try to keep lodged in my mind, body, and soul at all times.
Don't want to mess this up. Please don't let me mess this up.
Here we go...
So here I am. A regular person. In a not so regular world. Writing. I believe to write about an actual something is a heck of a lot easier than writing about absolutely nothing at all, and yet here I am.
So for my birthday, what did my brother, a brilliant English major and writer from LMU get me? No, not Huck Finn… A journal. Challenging me to “just write” he claims. What does that even mean? Of course he couldn’t of just used his college student discount and get me a LMU hoodie or a scratch and sniff Twilight poster… but a journal? I was rather shocked. Even more hesitant…
But do you know what? This journal... my journal, is the best present anyone has ever given me… And I’ve had some rather good presents in my years. Like that life size piggy bank or that make-your-own hot choclate kit gathering dust in my cupboard. Expired I believe? 2004? hmm…
For this past month, I haven’t put my pen down. It keeps me sane in this crazy teenage life of mine. (we all go through it)
So thank you Robbie… For giving me this blanket to keep me warm, or this shield of sorts that seems to protect me from the only person who has the power to tear me apart… Myself.
Just a little warning… I will most likely rant about music, my two brothers, my friends, life in general, and the on and off issues we all face. Let’s not deny it! Thank you for reading… Hope I don’t bore you to tears:)
So for my birthday, what did my brother, a brilliant English major and writer from LMU get me? No, not Huck Finn… A journal. Challenging me to “just write” he claims. What does that even mean? Of course he couldn’t of just used his college student discount and get me a LMU hoodie or a scratch and sniff Twilight poster… but a journal? I was rather shocked. Even more hesitant…
But do you know what? This journal... my journal, is the best present anyone has ever given me… And I’ve had some rather good presents in my years. Like that life size piggy bank or that make-your-own hot choclate kit gathering dust in my cupboard. Expired I believe? 2004? hmm…
For this past month, I haven’t put my pen down. It keeps me sane in this crazy teenage life of mine. (we all go through it)
So thank you Robbie… For giving me this blanket to keep me warm, or this shield of sorts that seems to protect me from the only person who has the power to tear me apart… Myself.
Just a little warning… I will most likely rant about music, my two brothers, my friends, life in general, and the on and off issues we all face. Let’s not deny it! Thank you for reading… Hope I don’t bore you to tears:)
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