Maybe

They say that my life is normal; my life is good because there is no drama, heartache, dreams, wishes, special people and a purpose. My life is great because I don’t have to go through all the pain people suffer. But maybe I don’t want a normal life. Maybe I want to feel the pain because before or after the pain was a period of happiness too, I want that. Maybe my life is not so great after all because it has nothing; it is pain, simple and boring. Maybe I want thunder, rain, sunshine, snowfall and hurricanes. People say I am lucky but I think they are lucky because something is happening to them. Someone actually texts and calls them because they miss them or because they just want to talk not because they have some work with you. Maybe I don’t want the most interesting that happened to me yesterday to be about the tasty food I ate. Maybe I just want to life rather than a good life, maybe I just want to live and love, maybe I just want to start my story.

Maybe

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He was behind her or he was in front of her but he was never with her. If he was with her, it was never for long. It was never long enough to be satisfied, long enough to be sure, long enough to be sure and never long enough to be with her.

Ever have that feeling when you see a person that if they knew you, they would love you, understand you, live with you, dream with you, have fun with you and maybe never forget you. She got that feeling when she saw him. Him; walking, laughing, talking, doing all the mad things he does. She was never the girl that boys could talk to effortlessly, she was never the prettiest, she was never the funniest and she was ok with it until he came around and he made her want to all those things just because she wanted him to see her, actually look at her just once.

Everyday she would look at the mirror and sometimes would not even recognize what see saw. She had that feeling that her face is not her own, it felt somehow foreign sometimes. It was a good face but there was nothing extraordinary about it. Maybe that was the problem, maybe her face wasn’t good enough. Everyday after staring at the mirror for longer than necessary thinking that maybe today will be the day when this face will stand out. She would step out again into the world for yet another time waiting, hoping for the world to change.

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Me And Music

I can't sing. I can't play an instrument, I tried to but that didn't work. But I listen to songs. Does that mean that I am not a part of the music ? 

Right now, in this moment thousands of people are listening to music right and I am one of them. Aren't we all connected in some way. Music means so many things to so many different people. To some it is a way to earn a living, to some it is an escape, to some it is a drug, to some it is a source of happiness and enjoyment and to some it is life.

These days there are so many forms of music right now and all we are doing is judging what is good or bad. What is on the charts, what sucks and what rocks, what deserves to be popular and heard and what is crap, what gets an award and what doesn't. We all forgot that it is still music. It doesn't matter if some else hates it or loves it, if nobody listens to it unless whenever you are feeling like crap, tried, angry, confused, lonely and even happy or excited - there is always a song you can listen and feel that resonance from your soul and everything will be alright.

Music wasn't meant to counted as many singles or copies have been sold but how many souls it touched or how many people it made happy or how many people people danced alone or together listening to the music coming out.

Sometimes I just lay down and listen to music, any kind of music and after I sit up and turn the music off, I feel better. That is the power of music, that is what music is. I don't care what or which music it is unless it makes it makes me sing along and feel what the music made to feel. I know I can't comment on music like this as I know nothing about it but I listen to it. 

Music is everywhere. In so many different and pure forms too. A mother humming to put her baby to sleep, that is also music, you can't calculate it's worth by how many people listen to it or many awards it has got. It is pure and true, it is music.

I am not against the music on charts, I love those actually. There are some many popular artists and their music is amazing.

There is so many talent in music these days, I mean how many singers and bands actually exist today ? And all these music reality show has so many amazing talented musicians in them. Music has such a huge wide scope, imagine if all these musicians given a chance each to make music, how much amazing music can be created ! 

Right now with my headphones on, I can be me. Listening to the strum to the guitar, the flowing piano, the beating drum, creating the perfect harmony and then the voice of someone, someone we don't know but it feels like we do, in that moment it feels like we know the person on the other side the speakers. Everything kind of starts moving inside of you and the music feels almost real. I can separate from the world and just feel the music and feel good. That is what music is for, feeling good, feeling real.