So(ul) Happy

You're stupid. You're fat. You're short. You're pale. You're gay. You're lazy.

You work too hard. You think too much. You don't know anything. You suck!

You're never gonna make it. No one cares about you. You're worthless.

We here things like this all the time. We say things like this all the time. And most of the time, we mean it. We have stumbled into an age where we have forgotten the power of words. We have forgotten that everything we say can be heard. We have forgotten that our words actually mean something, and are not just empty vessels for our breath.
More than anything in the world, words can and do hurt.
Someone can be made to literally believe that they are ugly, or ever WORTHLESS, if they are simply told so. Let me just say that there is not a soul on earth that is worthless. Everything and everyone has a reason to be exactly where they are.


Never let someone smother you.
Everything you think, say, and are as a person is valid, and deserves to be acknowledged as so.
You are who you are, and who you are is beautiful.

So speak up, let loose, and simply be...

No one has the right to censor who you are allowed to be. Don't be afraid to tell it how it is. Don't settle for what you think you can get, but strive for the greatest thing you can want. Don't settle for "happy enough", but find a way to become happiness itself. If you are not happy, then change. Change is never as bad as we think it will be, and always leads to greater things.

So:
Don't be afraid
Don't settle
Don't be controlled
and be happy.

So you say you're under a curse? So what, so's the whole damn world

Stop!
Listen.
What do you hear?
Stop again!
Before you say "Nothing. I don't hear anything." listen again; listen harder.
Do you hear breathing? Do you hear wind? Do you hear cars passing by, people talking, birds chirping, trees dancing? Do you hear the rain on the window pain, laughter, or buzz on the radio?
Most of these sounds we simply try to ignore because they are so irksome. But the obnoxious sounds you so hastily disregard as noise are actually the sounds of potentially great music.
Every sound has a note,
a rhythm,
a reason to be heard.
Music is everywhere, and it is powerful. Why?
Because we hear it so much. Music effects us in ways we are not aware of. We are trained to hurry at honking sounds, be cautious at high pitched sirens, to think of Halloween when we hear pipe organs. Music moves us, drives us, and attracts us to everything that we define ourselves with.



Music - by definition- is "an art of sound in time that expresses ideas and emotions in significant forms through the elements of rhythm, melody, harmony, and color." according to Dictionary.com. Therefore, I believe that if a song does not accurately convey the so called "artists" true ideas and emotions, it is not really, nor can it ever be music.





In this day of electrically manufactured sound, it is hard to find any meaning in music anymore. (Other than the fact that everyone does lots of drugs, has lots of sex, and never have to suffer the repercussions.) But where is the emotion? Where is the actual person in that song? Is Lady Gaga really that worried about Alejandro? If Kesha is the person that she tells about in her songs, then she is one person I would NEVER care to meet. Why do we listen to such garbage and tell ourselves that "It doesn't reflect who I am." "I didn't write the song."
The truth is, the music we listen to DOES heavily reflect the kind of person we are. Just like food, we can put bad things into our mind that can make us sick, or worse, divert us from the values that we once believed we had.

I'd like to depict to you a feeling I had while listening to some music. I was half asleep lying down on my friends sofa in his living room when he put on a record by yet another band I had never heard of. (Sigur Ros) As I lay there floating in between consciousness, I find myself fully surrendered to the music. As the beats pulse through my veins and the chords brush across my cheeks, I am moved to a point of near hysteria. I don't know if I should laugh or cry. Every song is new, and more soothing than the last. I didn't have to listen to any profanity, and I didn't have to do any illegal drugs to have this experience. All it took was a little quieting of my frantic mind, and I was at peace. Everything, every little thing in that short amount of time that I was semi-unconscious on my friends couch, felt like it was going to be alright.

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

Very few things in life are worth worrying about.
Is love one of them?
Is love something that you have to nurture and tend to?
Is it as fragile and vulnerable as the very bones within my skin?

Or is it something that can take care of itself?
Can it take care of me?
Can it take care of us?
Where does love end?

Is love infinite?
Is this love?
Can it please be love?
What is love?

Now I question whether my feelings are true.
This is the part where worry turns to poison.
This is where I let my mind convince myself that maybe I'm wrong.
Now worry becomes fear.

Fear takes me by the throat and smiles.
It knows that it has power; that it is strong.
Then, like a dream, fear is kicked into trust.
Trust, not in myself, but in fate.

I believe in fate.
I feel mine in my pulse.
I'm not sure exactly what it will be...
But I've got a pretty good idea.