There's nothing like the classics to yank at our heart chains.
Have you ever listened to one of your favorite songs via noise-canceling headphones and just listened? It's a beautiful experience. It's really an awe-some thing. How easy it can make you shed a tear as it paints a picture for you and your endless, romantic imagination. I guess that's the best thing about being single. Your thoughts can travel uninhibitedly. I can't imagine my creation fully. I just know he has soft skin and plump lips.
But good things come with the bad. Songs can make you so happy that you can't help but have a great outlook on life. But then, there are those other songs that make you depressed, yet you can't help but listen to them. And that's all you do. Listen, live, love it as it further consumes your sadness. Break up songs make break ups even worst. Rejection songs make lost love songs our food for thought. How terrible are songs to cause trouble for our hearts. I bet they do it because it's funny. They want to instigate and make things overexaggerated.
I guess we can learn from these songs. Songs make you feel more than you could ever imagine to. When you think you can't love enough, songs make you even more in love. Same with hate. Same with rejection.
Yes, I'm cynical. But after I pass that stage of hating all the bad things that happen, I almost always try to look at the good in every situation. Life is too short to worry too long. I believe things happen for the best despite how bad things look. People ask why bad things happen to good people. Well, if bad things happen this lifetime, I'm sure we'll be compensated in another lifetime. Fair?
Thinking about all those other people out there who has it worse than us. Is it selfish to complain about our own petty troubles? No. We were raised differently and have a different way of living. We grew up complaining about things that affect us the most. For me, it's school. I've devoted myself as best I can to do the best I can. My mother once told me that that's all she could have asked of me. To try my best and not go insane because she'd rather have a dumb daughter than an insane one. Then again, her words change sometimes, but these words are forever instilled in me. That's all I ask. Is for people to accept me for the best I can do. I don't care to be number one in everything. I'm fine just trying my best and have other people know that.
I've never been a go-getter. Just a hard worker. Most of the time, I just let Fate do the networking for me. I told my mom that even Cinderella found her prince. This poor, peasant girl didn't go looking for him. It was he that found her. I'm going to be fine. A little too young to fret, I guess. Maybe after grad school, that'll be my next thing to worry about.
Did you know the divorce rate is 50%. That's pretty sad. Better choose wisely, people.
Have you ever listened to one of your favorite songs via noise-canceling headphones and just listened? It's a beautiful experience. It's really an awe-some thing. How easy it can make you shed a tear as it paints a picture for you and your endless, romantic imagination. I guess that's the best thing about being single. Your thoughts can travel uninhibitedly. I can't imagine my creation fully. I just know he has soft skin and plump lips.
But good things come with the bad. Songs can make you so happy that you can't help but have a great outlook on life. But then, there are those other songs that make you depressed, yet you can't help but listen to them. And that's all you do. Listen, live, love it as it further consumes your sadness. Break up songs make break ups even worst. Rejection songs make lost love songs our food for thought. How terrible are songs to cause trouble for our hearts. I bet they do it because it's funny. They want to instigate and make things overexaggerated.
I guess we can learn from these songs. Songs make you feel more than you could ever imagine to. When you think you can't love enough, songs make you even more in love. Same with hate. Same with rejection.
Yes, I'm cynical. But after I pass that stage of hating all the bad things that happen, I almost always try to look at the good in every situation. Life is too short to worry too long. I believe things happen for the best despite how bad things look. People ask why bad things happen to good people. Well, if bad things happen this lifetime, I'm sure we'll be compensated in another lifetime. Fair?
Thinking about all those other people out there who has it worse than us. Is it selfish to complain about our own petty troubles? No. We were raised differently and have a different way of living. We grew up complaining about things that affect us the most. For me, it's school. I've devoted myself as best I can to do the best I can. My mother once told me that that's all she could have asked of me. To try my best and not go insane because she'd rather have a dumb daughter than an insane one. Then again, her words change sometimes, but these words are forever instilled in me. That's all I ask. Is for people to accept me for the best I can do. I don't care to be number one in everything. I'm fine just trying my best and have other people know that.
I've never been a go-getter. Just a hard worker. Most of the time, I just let Fate do the networking for me. I told my mom that even Cinderella found her prince. This poor, peasant girl didn't go looking for him. It was he that found her. I'm going to be fine. A little too young to fret, I guess. Maybe after grad school, that'll be my next thing to worry about.
Did you know the divorce rate is 50%. That's pretty sad. Better choose wisely, people.
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