I find it warm to experience nostalgic music. I’m currently listening to The Blue Album by Weezer and yeah, this album has always done this to me. I remember when I first listened to the album and I remember all the feelings that came along with it. It was back when music seemed ‘new’ to me, I would sit with my eyes closed for hours on end with a song on repeat just so I would memorize every single lyric, line, and lick. The first time I heard ‘Only In Dreams’ I couldn’t express the emotions that overcame me, the passion I felt for life and love. This album is a reminder of who I once was and seem to always forget about. Music isn’t my life; it’s my soul and breath.
Music, to me, goes beyond simple words on a blog that no one will read. I once thought it was weird that I used music to narrate my life until I realized that music is simply a narration of life. Once I formulated this ideal is when I transformed myself into a living passion for creation. I started writing song after song after song, spilling my guts out in every meaningless rhyme and every dissident progression. Writing lyrics became the only way I was able to express my truest feelings.
My creativity started here, like I’m doing this very second. Listening to songs that cause such euphoric sensations that make me feel better than any drug I can pump into my blood and lungs. Stay golden Daniel, you will find your place in this beautiful world you wrap yourself in. One day, years from now, you will look back and know that if there is anything you accomplished in this world it's that you’ve found this fire inside that can never get enough fuel. Even though you feel out of place right now and it seems like you are looking up when your eyes are pointed down, when you’re feeling so lonely that the slightest whisper feels like an over exertion of energy, just remember that you make an impact on more people and things than you think. Sit here and tell yourself that no one is listening, or reading, to what you have to say so just write to yourself. No one will understand how beautiful of a person you have become because no one will take the time. Why am I saying this? Why am I vocalizing to a deaf crowed? I try to lie to myself and say that I’m vocalizing to a mute crowd and they are listening better than anyone who has ever said more than two words to me. Am I making up imaginary friends or am I speaking in the harmonic key of my songs? My small contribution of thoughtful expression might be an almost completely fruitless impact on the world but if I can motivate just one breath out of someone I will look back at my life and know that the breath was worth a lifetime.
Take a breath,
Daniel Ward
you're so thought provoking it's gay.
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