Give yourself to music. It is so powerful. You don't have to be a singer or a musician to taste the notes on your tongue or feel the melody twitching your muscles. Be picky with the music you like. Find stuff that physically changes you. Listen to music that puts a smile on your face even when your in the worst mood. Listen to music that gives you philosophical revelations. Listen to music that makes you want to shake your booty like no one's watching, or like someone special is. Listen to music that is so beautifully tragic that you tear up every time you hear it. Never be afraid to feel. Emotion is the most wonderful thing in this world. It is at the very core of what makes us human. Let yourself cry when you're upset. Let yourself scream when you're mad. But more than anything, let yourself laugh when you're happy. Laugh louder than everyone else. Laugh so loudly that just the very sight of you laughing sends others into a spur of giggles. Dance when you want to dance. Remember that you are just as powerful as even the most powerful music. Use your power for good.
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Monday, July 29, 2013
Love or Life?
I am currently experiencing one of those moments when you are awake reading at god-knows-what hour and you start thinking really deep things. The concept I am currently pondering, as evoked by John Green's The Fault in Our Stars, relates to death and love: if I had to choose, would I rather live a long life without ever falling in love or a short life that could double as an epic love story?
Now, before I delve further into this big and somewhat pointless question, I should tell you a bit about myself. I am an over thinker and an over feeler, who spends a lot of time deep inside her mind, imagining scenarios that are often implausible––which explains the fact that I want to be a writer. Because of this attribute, which I have yet to define as either a vice or virtue, I find myself near-constantly enthralled with the future and all the possibilities it holds for me. Unfortunately, as a die-hard romantic, yet single, seventeen-year-old, thinking about my future often leads me to certain worries pertaining to my romantic life. In simple terms I live in fear of being, in internet terms, "forever alone." However, as a girl who regards people who value having a romantic life above everything else with disdain, I am conflicted. This internal strife has lead me to consider how important falling in love is to me. I have come to the conclusion that, although I hope I have a full romantic life, I would still be able to lead a complete and happy life without one.
Though the other relationships in your life cannot give you the same satisfaction that a romantic relationship can, I reject the concept that without a romantic relationship you are "forever alone." If you are surrounded with loving friends and family, you are far from alone. This takes me back to my question of love or life. If I were to choose life, I could go on to do great things: I could leave some sort of significant mark on the world, positively impact the lives of others, raise children. If I were to choose love, I would get a sort of happiness that only people who have been in love can know. Because of this, I have to answer the question in an obnoxiously roundabout way. It doesn't matter which option you choose.
I say this for one reason and one reason only: you cannot miss something you haven't experienced. You can't miss a long life you've never had anymore than you can miss a love you've never felt. The wonderful, yet horrible, thing about life is that when we are at a crossroads we are not allowed to peer down each path and choose knowing how things will pan out. We have to choose based on intuition, and hope we lead ourselves someplace decent. We cannot live our lives wishing we could turn back the clock and make different decisions. I've had one or two instances when I've wanted a "13 going on 30" miracle, where you get to go back and unmake your bad decision, but I've moved on with the simple hope that I made that dumb choice for a reason. I'd rather feel the guilt and pain, learn from it, and move on than let regret drag me down with it.
Now, before I delve further into this big and somewhat pointless question, I should tell you a bit about myself. I am an over thinker and an over feeler, who spends a lot of time deep inside her mind, imagining scenarios that are often implausible––which explains the fact that I want to be a writer. Because of this attribute, which I have yet to define as either a vice or virtue, I find myself near-constantly enthralled with the future and all the possibilities it holds for me. Unfortunately, as a die-hard romantic, yet single, seventeen-year-old, thinking about my future often leads me to certain worries pertaining to my romantic life. In simple terms I live in fear of being, in internet terms, "forever alone." However, as a girl who regards people who value having a romantic life above everything else with disdain, I am conflicted. This internal strife has lead me to consider how important falling in love is to me. I have come to the conclusion that, although I hope I have a full romantic life, I would still be able to lead a complete and happy life without one.
Though the other relationships in your life cannot give you the same satisfaction that a romantic relationship can, I reject the concept that without a romantic relationship you are "forever alone." If you are surrounded with loving friends and family, you are far from alone. This takes me back to my question of love or life. If I were to choose life, I could go on to do great things: I could leave some sort of significant mark on the world, positively impact the lives of others, raise children. If I were to choose love, I would get a sort of happiness that only people who have been in love can know. Because of this, I have to answer the question in an obnoxiously roundabout way. It doesn't matter which option you choose.
I say this for one reason and one reason only: you cannot miss something you haven't experienced. You can't miss a long life you've never had anymore than you can miss a love you've never felt. The wonderful, yet horrible, thing about life is that when we are at a crossroads we are not allowed to peer down each path and choose knowing how things will pan out. We have to choose based on intuition, and hope we lead ourselves someplace decent. We cannot live our lives wishing we could turn back the clock and make different decisions. I've had one or two instances when I've wanted a "13 going on 30" miracle, where you get to go back and unmake your bad decision, but I've moved on with the simple hope that I made that dumb choice for a reason. I'd rather feel the guilt and pain, learn from it, and move on than let regret drag me down with it.
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