Sometimes I feel like I have no control over anything in my life. Sometimes I get frustrated at everything, including my upstairs neighbors who are quite often loud people. And sometimes I just struggle with things. That is when I vacuum. We have a rug. It's cream. It's nice and soft and makes the room look better. Except for when it is filthy, which I feel like is most the time because hey, we live here and we walk on the rug, and we're girls so our hair sheds (especially mine) and so it makes sense why the rug gets dirty. And usually it doesn't bother me. Except when I like to vacuum. And then all of a sudden I find myself, unable to control the noisy neighbors, or homework in classes, or decisions in my life, on my hands and knees vacuuming the rug. This rug that is still soft and nice and still cream. And in a few days it will be dirty again and I will just keep walking by. But for now, the rug is clean and my life does not seem like it's spinning uncontrollably quite as much. Sometime I like to vacuum.
I love music. It is everything good and happy and right with the world and at the same time can say even the saddest words with such elegance and grace. It can express my thoughts and emotions in way that I know I never could. It is the life-blood of my soul. It makes me happy. And it goes beyond anything I can explain in plain words...which is kinda the point. For me, country music (among a few other things) makes me feel like I am home, no matter what is going on in my life. It is simply fantastic, in fact two of my favorite quotes come from the movie August Rush. They are... "You know what music is? God's little reminder that there's something else besides us in this universe, a harmonic connection between all living beings, every where, even the stars." AND "I believe in music the way some people believe in fairy tales..." And if those two don't say it all then I don't know what will. They are simply perfect in my opinion, and are completel...
Comments
Post a Comment