I love to talk, and people who know me personally know how much. I love putting life into my thoughts, it makes me happy. And as much as I love talking, I love listening too. And I am not just talking about people.
I love listening to the sound of birds chirping early in the morning, or squirrels running around. I love the purrs of the cat in my building and I love the tiny barks of puppies. I believe sounds are magic. I believe with all of my heart that they have the power to change your mood and the way you think.
I mean, one of my favorite things to do with myself is to go to the beach and just sit. To go to the beach and sit on the rocks, to close my eyes and listen to the sound of waves. I don't think there is ever going to be a sound that makes me feel as much at peace as the sound of waves.
But I also love music, okay? I love songs. And I associate songs with people - to the people they remind me of, to the people who introduced me to them or hell, even to people who hate those songs. I associate songs with people and as fulfilling as it is on most days, sometimes - people ruin songs. People who do terrible things ruin beautiful songs. And then those songs are no longer about the lyrics or the music or the good memory - they become a reminder of that bad thing.
I have a song like that too, a song that is so beautiful that it used to warm up my heart. I say "used to" because now it only reminds me of simpler times, of a time when things weren't as complicated. So I've given myself a task - I am going to keep hearing that song until it stops hurting. I am going to take the reins and control the narrative, I am going to keep hearing that song in my favorite places and with my favorite people. I am going to keep doing it until that is what that song signifies. And then, I'm going to record it and put it on my social media. I am going to give new meaning to that song.
But until that happens, I've got my waves.
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