Everyone has their own melody, their own music...
It's not something chosen, really. It's something you're born with, and it's always evolving.
I don't mean like... When you're angry all your music is played in a minor key or something like that.
That would be silly.
I mean like... Every person has a melody. A music that is part oft heir core.
If you get to know them well enough, you can hear it sometimes.
Sometimes even play it.
The people that get along best; their music resonates.
The people that love you listen to you, and appreciate you...
The problem is, most people aren't looking for your melody.
They're looking to see if your melody compliments theirs.
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Since no one reads this blog either anyways...
Detached?
No, not detached. Distanced maybe but... Still in touch with the feelings, the emotions...
It's everything that brings us to a point of change.
Things can never stay the same.
Not here, anyways.
Things that happen are a result of what you don't see.
A combination of thoughts and heart, always working subtly...
Free fall. You hit that at the peak.
Without it you can never find what you seek.
One has to be a little separate from the norm.
Things can't change if you get them stuck in one form.
Like a turtle or a snail trapped in a shell that won't grow...
I'm breaking out of what I know.
I have no home, but that's alright.
I'll build a new one, it's worth the fight.
And it might look a little like the one I broke...
But that's just me.
I can't escape Who I am, so Who am I to try?
But I can change What I am, if I don't then what have I?
God had a thought, and I became.
To change who He made is to dig my own grave.
But everything makes sense now. Will it later? Who knows...
It's like the moment where the fog clears and you can see the path.
That briefest instance.
And you know what you're doing.
And you know where you're going.
But then the fog settles in and you head in what you hope is the right direction, feeling more and more lost the farther you go... The farther you walk... Hoping it's the right way... Trusting the unseen...
Trust.
There is nothing else.
No, not detached. Distanced maybe but... Still in touch with the feelings, the emotions...
It's everything that brings us to a point of change.
Things can never stay the same.
Not here, anyways.
Things that happen are a result of what you don't see.
A combination of thoughts and heart, always working subtly...
Free fall. You hit that at the peak.
Without it you can never find what you seek.
One has to be a little separate from the norm.
Things can't change if you get them stuck in one form.
Like a turtle or a snail trapped in a shell that won't grow...
I'm breaking out of what I know.
I have no home, but that's alright.
I'll build a new one, it's worth the fight.
And it might look a little like the one I broke...
But that's just me.
I can't escape Who I am, so Who am I to try?
But I can change What I am, if I don't then what have I?
God had a thought, and I became.
To change who He made is to dig my own grave.
But everything makes sense now. Will it later? Who knows...
It's like the moment where the fog clears and you can see the path.
That briefest instance.
And you know what you're doing.
And you know where you're going.
But then the fog settles in and you head in what you hope is the right direction, feeling more and more lost the farther you go... The farther you walk... Hoping it's the right way... Trusting the unseen...
Trust.
There is nothing else.
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