The secret?!?!?!?

 "Music, the beautiful disturber of air." 

A wise quote that explains the true sense of reality. Music. The rhythm and confidence music has makes every window, door, heart, and even body shake. It's beyond beautiful and beyond truthful. I have been feeling a little under the weather and music has been my only source of survival. I don't care what is on as long as it has a pretty good tune. I don't know how but its magic is mightier than any magician or sorcerer. It is more like a fairy putting one to sleep and tucking away the nightmare that haunts one in the night... A strength one loses and a hope one gives up along the way. 

Rachel, you are so right! Music is amazing and I love listening to anything. My only lullaby and my only love. Read this excerpt by Mark Maxwell about why music is essential:

* Music is a universal language. It inspires common human feelings and bridges gaps between cultures that spoken languages cannot. It brings people together and creates universal community.

* Music inspires and evokes emotion in a healthy way. It touches our emotional being and evokes moods and feelings that are sometimes difficult to express.

* Music enhances learning and makes it more enjoyable. It is scientifically proven that music enhances brain functioning.

* Music creates ambiance. You can use music in any environment to enhance and augment what is already there.

* Music is spiritual. Music is of the spirit and inspirational to the spirit. All religions use music to help express spiritual values, and all religions use music to uplift the spirit.

* Music sparks the imagination. It invokes mental imagery and inner scenery that opens the mind to amazing insight and spans the distance between the stars.

* Music is a simple pleasure: All it takes is your ears and your imagination.

http://ezinearticles.com/?7-Top-Reasons-Why-Music-Is-So-Important&id=566580

I'm Okay

Hate... As Danielle says, "hate is such a strong." Seriously, it's never been in my vocabulary before but lately I have been using it quite often. Well, technically it's this person in my life and I just can't seem to comprehend the fact that there is something taking place behind my back. I mean a couple of years ago, I didn't even know this person and now he is going to come back into my life. In fact, a few days ago, I heard this news about this person's recent travel and he might be coming to the United States. I haven't seen him in such a long time and he "wants to see me." This hatred in my heart has been exceeding beyond belief and I feel like the fuel is being added. Uncontrollably I am calm and I can't believe it. I mean I hate this person with all my heart, soul, and being. He is the reason behind all my failures and all my distress. There is no commiseration left in my heart for him and yet I am serene? It's ridiculous but I somehow understand this "excitement" you might say. I have been hiding so long and I guess it's time to forget about all the abomination. I guess one can say I'm okay. It's okay to be unkind, it's okay to lie, it's okay to betray as long as you make it up in the end. If this person is willing to apologize and move on, there wouldn't be any hatred left. This is a weird analogy but I think it's like mowing the lawn. You have all this grass overgrown and overflowing but taking the time to mow the lawn makes the meadow look absolutely breathtaking.

I don't hold grudges but if this person fails again, I never ever going to forgive him. There are no third chances in my book and if he can't then it's over. You have no idea how much I have waited for this moment. I mean I may deny it once in a while and act stubborn but deep down I feel different. There's this butterfly in my stomach and every time it hears of a "second chance," it begins to flutter. Spreading its wing and flying through the open space. I believe I need to give the butterfly more space and more comfort. So, I'll wait patiently for more news were peace will be at my door steps. There's a chance...

Impossible

He says it's impossible to climb the wall, to dance under the stars, or impossible to kiss the most beautiful girl in the world. I don't believe in the word impossible. It can be done because you believe in this sole purpose. Your heart is strong and the road is closer within your reach. Why risk losing while you are so close to the gift, the dream, and the miracle? Walk, walk, walk and keep your head up high. How much more pain? How much more of these accursed words? I am strong but I have never been so weak before in my life. I can't breathe, I can't hold on, and every move I make there's a strong force beating me down. You know, I pity the tears falling down my face as I mourn over the struggle, the pain. No pain, no gain, but I just can't seem to halt this misinterpretation. The tears are falling because I feel guilty for being affected by this fork in the road. By this mistake, I walk with my head down and ashamed; ashamed of this wrongdoing. Why must I be punished for something I didn't know, couldn't understand or even relate to? It's difficult to live in a world were impossible and rejection is stronger than the mountain. My strength is like the wind; it will never bend the mountain. It will never affect the mountain or respond to its will. Soaring and brave it obeys its master's order and keeps quiet. A shadow and a wretched soul, it walks without complaint, whispers, or guilt. I pity this creature with all my soul. However, when you think about it, I must pity the mountain for being so self-centered. For taking advantage of the wind and bringing every hope, every dream in her heart, down. Impossible. Impossible. Impossible. Impossible. It's impossible to love such a vile creature. Impossible to look upon its face. Impossible to pity this being. I can't, I won't, and I don't believe. My strength and courage will forgive you; someway, somehow I will forgive you. However, now I will give up every hope in my heart and forget your cruel words. Impossible. You are the mistake in my life. IMPOSSIBLE....

The Truth

Today after lunch, my mother, aunt, and I began to discuss relationships and how they fail. After getting in to much conflict with one another we decided to head home. However, my mother started to complain about the fact that we haven't had any mother-daughter time together in a pretty long time. You know when a mother tells you this, some daughters run for their life. "No, pull my tooth out or pull my hair out, just no mother-daughter time." This statement is beyond ludicrous because I love spending time with my mother. She is really funny and comes up with great conversations that don't make me feel uncomfortable at all. So, anyways, we decided to watch a movie. I had heard a lot of great comments about He's just not that into you by fellow classmates and I recommended it as a suggestion. After much deliberation, we chose to watch HJNTIY (my abbreviation for the movie "He's just not...). I am glad I listened to my classmates because this movie was beyond amazing. It discusses relationship problems and how to fix a relationship that's going awry. Especially these days, when parents seem to be getting divorces or separating quite frequently. I have seen so many marriages fall apart in my family and I thought it was clever to produce a movie explaining the flaws of dating. This way a girl doesn't has to wait day and night for a guy's call and spend each and every waking moment staring at the telephone. You can't magically force somebody to call you just because you want them to. I mean if a guy's not calling you, don't bother. There were also the cliches that many female companions shared with their girlfriends like you are too good for him, maybe something happened, maybe he lost your number. These statements make us feel better but deep down it's depressing when you realize the obvious reason. He's just not that into you!! So, girls don't worry about him; there is a "perfect" guy for all of us out there. We just have to keep looking. The good thing is we still have time...

Life is beautiful

Today, while we were watching the movie in Mr. Thompson's class, there was a scene where the main character began to discuss racism with his son. The main character, Guido, and his son, Joshua, approached this store in Italy and on the door, there was a sign that read, "No Jews or Dogs." Immediately, the son felt curious and began to question his father. His interpretation of the sign was quite interesting. He said that people don't feel passionate toward these signs, yet hang them on the doors because they want to. Every store has a sign on the door that rejects business to certain races in the neighborhood. In fact this belief is still used in the 21st century in the United States. In every store, the sign "We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone" is prevailing in every city and in every state. However, what I enjoined the most about their conversation was the fact that Guido decides to put up his own sign for the bookstore. "No spiders allowed." In a way, this whimsical irony shows us that no race is superior for every race is bombarded around the world. Each and every race has been hated and misguided once or twice throughout history. I have never seen this movie before but I feel like something tragic is going to take place at the end of the movie. Maybe Guido, his wife, or his son might die because in every movie a happy family is always torn apart by some kind of a tragic event. Now, that I think about it, no movie has ever really had a decent happy ending except for maybe comedy. Of course, the Holocaust will play a major role in this movie because Guido is Jewish and so is his son. Well, I'll have to wait till Monday to see the rest of this movie. 

Hope you are having a good time, Mr. Thompson. 

Lies, deception, or truth

"Don't believe anything you hear." 

"Don't be so gullible."

"Life is full of lies."

"Don't trust others."

So many phrases, so many bullets. Everyday, you are literally brainwashed with these phrases and many more. You are programmed to spend the rest of your life believing what other people say and allowing their words to pierce your skin. You are the glue and everything somebody says, it sticks to you and you can't ever let go. I hear the words everyday from the ones I love and from the ones I hold dear to my heart. Life is a game. The phrases are the bumps in the road that will cause you to turn around and walk back home. Be brave and keep walking. Don't let the worst stop you there. You have come so far, little one, and be strong. I have the secret. The secret that controls every emotion, every doubt, and every dream you must accomplish. The way to go and the task to take. There's nothing so dear to the heart and nothing so strong as the mind. My solution is.... 

Should I be so pleasant? Just give you my answer; men have spent all their lives searching for this answer. I have it right here and I will give it to you for a very special price. A price worth paying and a price worth spending. Give me your soul. Your might, your heart, your desires, your ambitions. I will take care of them and I will keep them for me. However, I must warn you; once you give me your soul you can never have it back. Now, this all sounds preposterous for nothing at all/ nobody at all can hold the meaning of life in their hand. It's beyond ludicrous and beyond one's imagination. However, I have the answer. Life is too short to waste your time so I will pay the attribute. The answer is..................................................................................................

Just live your life. Sorry,  you were expecting a definite answer and I tried. Life's too short to be thinking about what the meaning of life is. If that makes sense. Just live your life and forget about the doubts. Please don't leave in the past. Move forward.

Tears

She cries turbulently and lets a wild roar every once a while. Her voice is like a whisper among the trees and her love is full of devotion. Wondering why the tears have filled her eyes, we gaze upon her beauty. Every droplet of gold is a joy to the plants but a bullet in her heart. Every single minute of the hour, her eyes fill with more tears and the earth is filled with exhilaration. Is it really unbiased to let her suffer? 

No, I am not talking about a real person. This little poem is about the clouds and the tears in their eyes. My mother always says that whenever it's raining outside, she thinks about a lonely teenager who has just broken up with her boyfriend. So, all night long she stays up pouring her depression upon us. However, she loves the rain yet feels sorrow for the lonely teenager who seems to have relationship trouble. I absolutely adore the rain and love the trickling sound it makes as it hits my window. Sometimes, I just want to sit by the window and inhale my various candle fragrances in my room. However, no scent or fragrance can ever measure up to the aroma of the rain. It's absolutely breathtaking and there is no comparison whatsoever. It's like a piece of heaven it being decanted upon us and we are worthy to praise each moment. Even the meteorologist referred to the amount of rain being precipitated as "heavenly and magical." I guess there's something about the clouds' tears that make people feel so comfortable. However being soaked from head to toe during a heavy rainstorm makes the emotion dance away. Then again, a little precipitation never hurt a girl!