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Yes, I know, I’ve been completely lagging on updating, but one day, I will try to revamp, update more often, etc. I’m still deciding on the direction I want this blog to head, so bear with me. Thanks for reading!
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I think it’s going to be a recurring theme for me: going to church pissed off at my mother, only to be soothed by the word of God and the sounds of His love.
Today’s mass was beautiful. It was the mass for the confirmation as well as the Feast of the Trinity. It was surprisingly crowded today, much more than usual. The choir was much bigger and this time, included a cello (I think? I couldn’t see because I was in the back), a violin, and a flute. The selected music pieces were definitely good choices and the violin beautifully added to that.
Going to the mass today, I took away a few things. First, I’ve discovered that when I sing or am surrounded by good music and words, I feel enlightened, if not, definitely happier. I feel a closer connection to God and I remember all the good He’s done for me, for my family, for my friends. Singing the songs reminds me of how much I have, how blessed I am to be alive, to be loved, and to have the ability to love.
Second, as the Bishop was talking, he said that if the confirmee’s were to forget their confirmation teachings, he would hope that they, as well as the rest of us, would remember one thing: God loves us. We are loved by God. Our religion is highly based on love… love for God, love for yourself, love for your neighbor as if they were yourself.
People wonder sometimes why or how it is I can choose to follow this religion despite all of the different vices I do outside of the church. For me, I follow this because the main message of love is a message I believe in. All the little rules and taboo are things I choose not to concern myself with because to me, they’re not as important as the main rules of love. Even when I’m stumbling back into my apartment, completely inebriated, I know that I truly am blessed and have so much to be thankful for. The chances I’ve been given, the opportunities, the experiences, all of those things happened so I could learn and more importantly, so I could learn to love.
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I am really bad at cheering myself up. This time, I’m relating myself to Usher’s song, “Moving Mountains.” Here’s the part that first took me down:
I lost my way, she said she’d stay
And lately I’ve been sleeping with a ghost
My stock is down and out, I used to be worth my weight in gold
That was before a great depression kicked in and rocked us
And that was before a hurricane came in and stopped us
I told you to leave, but you lied to me
When you said that, baby no worries I promise to get us back
I know sorries, just wouldn’t do it,
Her heart is obliterated, I”m trying to travel through
But it’s like moving mountains…
It’s like moving mountains…
But I keep climbing and hoping things would change
And the sky turns grey, and the water from the rain, washes progress away
It’s like moving mountains…
It’s been six months now. The other day, I was talking to a coworker since she was also going through some relationship problems and she said that if the relationship lasted over six months, it takes twice as long as the relationship to completely get over the person. Now, the key word in that is “completely” I believe, but there are some cases in which that’s not true. The last one, DL, lasted about a year and a half and well, it’s not going take me three years to get over him. In fact, it took me the last three months of our relationship for me to get over him.
(Okay, that was a bit harsh, but true, nonetheless)
I know that I keep saying that I’m still waiting, but I just don’t know what to do here. I try to meet new people when I get the change, but, it just doesn’t work out for me somehow. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong, or rather, I don’t know how to do anything right now. In class, I wrote a letter that I will never send. Why? Well, partly because the documentaries we were watching were boring as hell and two, just to see what thoughts I could put on paper. Of course, he’ll never see it. I’m shredding it as soon as I tear it out of my notebook. But still, I wrote it anyway.
Damn you Usher. Then again, I could say the same for Leona Lewis and Ashanti…
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For me, music expresses how I feel at the time. Sometimes, if I’m listening to new music, it will help me get into the mood of the song. For the last day, I’ve been listening to Ashanti’s “The Way That I Love You” single and that’s really got me in a pretty depressing mood. It’s basically about how she finds her man cheating and well, the song really got me thinking about infidelity and the situation in which she sings reminds me of just a few months earlier.
Now, I know that I shouldn’t dwell on it, but sometimes I can’t.
Anyway, back to the point of the post, I really enjoy listening to music in order to convey my emotions. To me, certain music can really speak to me and touch me in a way that nothing else can. They take the words that I can’t form and make it into something beautiful, or they get me to think in a different light.
Music is a big part of how I am able to function and survive; what’s your relation to it?
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