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“I write because nobody listens.”

I saw a picture of a man writing this in graffiti on a wall, and it instantly hit me. There are so many things going on in the world and so many ways to get something – even just a word – out to others. People are listening to their music on their phones, talking with their friends, or watching their favorite television show. People have homework to complete (even if they do it grudgingly), jobs to do, family to look after… Does anybody really even have the time to listen?

You may say yes. You may completely disagree with what I am about to say, but I will say it anyway. Nobody really listens to what is important and true – at least, not after it’s been said one hundred times too many. People listen to things they want to hear, even if it’s false. It’s so easy to be abiding in a gossip circle or to ignore the things that you don’t want to know about yourself. Is it easy to know that there are things going on that should matter more? No. It’s difficult to believe in things that aren’t beautiful. It’s difficult to want to know about things that are ugly, the blood and the death and the lies that fill our world. But it does.

People suffer all the time – whether it be from poverty or hunger or gang wars (and real wars) or depression. A lot of people will pretend to be listening, but do they really understand what these people are going through? Or are they just putting on a mask of abhorrence that they will peel away as soon as they are behind closed doors? I may be wrong; I don’t know too many people that are like this.

Depression is important in this conversation. There are so many wonderful people out there that don’t see themselves as they truly are – beautiful and unique and lovely and perfectly imperfect. Yet when they try to speak out, not everyone comes rushing to help them. Some people may think they are even acting out, that they just want the attention. So they ignore it.

Even if it’s not a big issue like war or mental illnesses or poverty… People still aren’t always heard. Maybe it’s because people don’t want to listen to them or maybe it’s because they aren’t brave enough to talk. Writing is something that really allows a person to express themselves, especially if they can’t find the words when talking. It’s a comfort, because you know that someone will read it. And someone will, won’t they?

This is a little more depressing than my usual posts, but this picture really started a war inside my head. It’s just a sentence, but it means so much. Please share your thoughts, because I would love to know what others think about this quote.

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A Heart’s Song

Happy New Year!!!

I hope that everyone had a great transfer into the new year and that you have luck in the coming 365 days that await you. However, while I could focus this entry on resolutions and the fun time I had bringing in the New Year with friends, there is a different topic that I would like to discuss. It has a little something to do with music.

There is just something so spectacular about music. I’m sure you’ve heard it all before from the many people that completely enthused with the world of melodies and song. Music can touch a person’s soul with or without words, can make you laugh or cry, bring up a memory that had long been forgotten, or even sing you to sleep. The notes and the way they are constructed into a melody can touch the heart of a person of any language – I know plenty of songs in a foreign language that are really catchy and beautiful.

I wrote a song just before Thanksgiving – I was up late into the night that Tuesday before my parent’s came to pick me up from St. Ed’s. It started with a simple picture and some words on it: “Sometimes it’s hard to know what you are doing here.” I don’t know why, but I was suddenly filled with the desire to write a song from that. So I did. I had so much fun, that I even added in harmonies and little fun parts. It was a great night and I am still so proud of the first ever song I worked on – even if it’s not professionally done or will ever be heard by the masses. There was such a rush in working on it.

On Sunday, my friend Amanda let me come over to her house so she could help with the song. I had asked her if she would create some piano music to go along with it. I was nevertheless overjoyed when she said yes. During our “song time” we changed a few different little parts of the song – the rhythm and notes on some of the phrases. And she constructed piano music to complement it, to complete it. The main reason I am bringing this up is because of the wonderful feeling that accompanied this “song time” (of which I am sure to continue calling this musical session). I just felt so complete, so overwhelmed by this feeling of accomplishment and beauty and happiness. It’s quite a rush, but a good one. It’s just pure beauty and perfection. This feeling was so strong, that I was inspired to write in my music novel for several scenes that night (wrote 2,000 words!). It was absolutely fantastic.

Needless to say, I think the song is coming along well. We are both going to practice our parts and then get back together to finish it. I’m pretty sure I need to practice a lot, but I hope that it will end up turning out beautifully. Wish us luck and I hope that I will be able to share this song with all of you in due time.