Who holds your key?

So, I was supposed to write a blog today. Today is Tuesday, and it was a long day. I did not have a free moment until now- and finally when I received this free time to sit and write to you- I was quickly scrambling for ideas. Rushing is never an answer. I remained blank. Anyway, I went to search through some artwork- and I came out inspired!

I have always been intrigued by pictures that represent freedom. It is interesting, because they all can be so different. The lock and key- a perfect representation of captivity and freedom. Such large, and complicated states of living brought together. Who holds your key? This is the question that flashes through my thoughts.

We as people, are quick to place the blame away from ourselves. It is just the way it is. It is a talent we must learn over time, to be able to accept the things we cannot change. Pain is inevitable.

Nobody broke your heart. You broke your own. — Elliott Smith

We each have a heart, and we each hold a key. Danger will come, but you just have to trust that you know where your heart is, and trust that you will remember where you put the spare key.

When you got hurt, it made you beautiful. The cracks around your heart, they let the light shine through. When you got hurt in pieces on the floor, put them back together even better than before.
— John Mayer

That is all I have for now. There was going to be more...Perhaps I will make this a 2 part post.
Goodnight everyone!

First Timer.

My complete inability to concentrate will hit me someday. I know this.

But for now, all I want to do is listen to music and sleep.

That's all.

Anything else is just fuzzy, distracting.

But this warm appreciation of music isn't fuzzy.

In fact, it's the clearest thing on the planet. And besides, it's rewarding.

And who doesn't like sleeping?

Stop.

Stop.

Just stop it. Drop everything you're doing, drop everything that's on your mind. All that baggage. All that unwanted trash. Yes you. Stop it. You're driving me mad.

I see you, day in, and day out. Running from place to place, hopping from one responsibility to another. Occupying yourself with books, computers, dates, times, things to do, things to miss. Just stop - you don't know what you are doing to yourself.

You're ruining yourself. Driving yourself into the ground.
So stop. Breathe.

Love. Have fun.

Learn to smile again.

While My Guitar Gently Weeps.

I love George Harrison. There is no doubting this, everyone that knows me well enough knows my passion for the so-called "shy" Beatle. But why?

Well my friends, George was so unlike the other Beatles that it is impossible to hate him. His unbelievably tasty guitar solos have revolutionized the way guitar solos are played everywhere; his skills as a player and a songwriter should alone be enough reason to love him. But no, there is more. Not only was George unbelievably talented, he was also an incredibly open guy. His enthusiasm with every genre of music led to the Beatles incorporating the Sitar into their songs, his flexiblilty led Paul and John to challenge him at every turn.

And not only that, George was and is a person that I have immense respect for. He patiently stood at the sidelines when it came to music writing... and even though girls screamed and threw jelly babies at him... there still came little to no music writing oppurtunites within the Beatles group itself. Besides, it had been George that truly led the Beatles to receive high class respect within musicians everywhere. Before, they'd just been a "skiffle," or "rock-and-roll," group; but as George pushed the group into folk-style music, the very music of the Beatles and indeed of the world was revolutionized. Rubber Soul and Revolver indeed pushed the very limits of music in that era, and is widely appreciated by musicians everywhere. And yet, once again, little or no acknowledgement was awarded to George. He had to deal with traumatizing life experiences - and still managed to keep his head over the water.

Go put on some Beatles, and listen to George. It will do you some good.