Becoming Numb
So I’m sitting in my bed listening to my part for acapella songs I have to sing with Insongniacs. I’ve listened to each song on my “acapella” playlist at least 6 times. I’ve listened to them so many times I gradually started to become unaware that they were even playing. Kind of like I’ve become numb to the sound of them.
I started thinking about how numb we are to all the sucky-ness that this world is full of. We hear about terrible things happening everyday, but we think of it as normal. Why are we settling for a cruel world, when you could be making a difference in it? Maybe our actions really do make a change. Maybe all of our decisions we make really do affect our lives more than we think.
Obsessions?
I have a slight (very large) obsession with Europe. If I could live anywhere in the world, it would have to be England. However, if I could visit anywhere in the world, it would have to be Italy. The only reason why I would only want to visit is because I don’t speak Italian and I don’t like when I can’t understand people.
I’m not sure why I love England so much. Possibly the culture, people, or just how beautiful the place is. I’m pretty sure that they’re all factors. I plan on going to a makeup artistry school in West London in the near future. It’s possible I won’t come back to America.
The Thankful People
Why do we put such high expectations on things? We expect our internet to load quickly and we expect that everybody will be kind to us. If our standards and expectations are too high, we will be disappointed very easily. However, if we expect the least from everything, we can learn to be grateful of pretty much everything. So why put such high standards on everything and risk being unsatisfied? I don’t know, it’s just a thought I had today.
The Musician’s Purpose
I’ve always wondered how passionate music does the things it does. It lures you into various emotions, none that can be expressed in mere words. Whether it’s major or minor, you can always count on the melodies to mess with your sense of feeling. You know that every measure composed was written for a purpose. Every note means something, whether it be heartbreak or joy. I love when you can know the story of the composer’s heart without a single lyric. It makes me wonder, “how can this be possible? To know exactly how this person feels without a single breath?” And I believe that there is only one answer to this question: Passion.
