people spend so much of their lives worrying about trivial, insignificant, and redundant issues. oh i broke a nail, oh i have to work late, why doesn't s/he like me...when you're in the ground it's not going to matter. most of the shit you complain about today won't matter tomorrow or a week/month/year from now. so why stress?
people also hate too much. people hate each other for such stupid reasons (religion, ethnicity, sex, opinions, etc). how is this a valid excuse to hate? love each other for our varied lives. if everyone were the same, nobody would be interesting. if you don't believe what i do at least you can try to understand that it works for me and i'm happy. don't try and change me, i like the clothes i'm in, don't try to fix me cause i'm not broken.
if everyone would listen to their hearts and be less condeming we'd all have a lot less stress. there's so much hate today. people are killing and being killed. however many lives are lost and taken though always remember...it's never too late to lose the hate.
if anything i just mentioned sounds like you then don't waste your time polluting my mind. i've spent too many years hating myself and everyone around me. i've embraced new thought and if you want to judge me then take a look at yourself first. at the end of the day money don't matter...cars, clothes, houses...those don't matter either. all that matters is that you have love and life and a full belly. i may not have much but i have the knowledge that i'm a good person. i'll never sell myself out to something i believe in just so i can show off to the highrollers who mean nothing to me. the only person i have to impress is myself and i do so by making the choices i do.
Where were you when you first heard music? How did it make you feel? You remember. And I remember. With your favorite song playing on the radio, you are never alone, even in strange lands. With a Familiar voice in your headphones, you are never lonely, even when there is no one to talk to. Why does music comfort the heart with fond memories, and torture the soul with past regret? Help me to remember, and help me to forget. I have changed, but still I feel very much the same. I wish I could trust, but sometimes it is just hard to get to know somebody. Ready or not, here I come. I feel unprepared. Distractions and bad reactions. The last person I thought of but the first person I should have thanked. How can a song remind you of a face you had forgotten? …And of a love you wish you had never abandoned? How can music make you alive, perhaps even for the very first time?
