I'm walking down from the library to the nearest supermarket after a long day of cross and direct examinations, and note taking, and fighting off the temptation to procrastinate. The air is brisk, and I can feel blisters developing on my feet- that's what I get for wearing heels to try to look taller. A love song begins to play on my iPod, and I begin to notice the couples- hand in hand- walking around me. Their displays of affection are, of course, adorable; but it wasn't until I walked into the supermarket and saw the huge displays of roses of all colors and giant heart balloons that I remembered- today is February 14th; Valentines Day.
There are couples giggling and clashing into each other as they try to walk, and nervous young men waiting in line with a bouquet of a dozen roses. And then there's me. As my music streams through my headphones, I feel like I'm in a movie. Everything is in slow motion, and everyone just looks so wonderfully happy, and I can't help but smile.
Love is a gorgeously beautiful thing- honestly if you think about it, it's one of the most incredible things. Fancy that two completely random people bump into each other and are suddenly filled with an emotion that they can barely describe. Fancy that there is something so incredibly powerful that it can completely change someone's life. Fancy that everywhere, there are hearts just bursting with love.
Fancy that.
Friday, February 14, 2014
Saturday, February 1, 2014
Dance Like No One is Watching
The sun bounces off the frosted roads, traffic is slow, and the heat is on high. The volume on the stereo is low, and I try to focus on the road. I get stuck at a red light and avert the glare of the sun. I notice a girl holding one of those signs on the corner of the street. She's wearing at least three layers of jackets and sweaters to keep herself warm, and a cheap pair of earbuds dangle dangerously from her ears.
She's doing the side step, and nodding her head to the music. She's in a whole other world; her eyes are closed and she occasionally turns in a circle- her feet bouncing on the concrete. My eyes linger on her a moment more, and the light changes. I crank up the volume. My head bounces with the rhythm of the radio, my fingers tap on the steering wheel, and I could have swore she gave me a knowing smile as I drove away.
Music is one of the most powerful gifts mankind could ever receive. For some reason, a collection of random notes (when done correctly) have the power to completely change someone's life. It's almost scary. Scary how easily others can see our feelings, scary how easily those feelings can change.
Everyone has their ways of fighting their dragons and expressing their emotions- music is just one of many ways we can do so; but do pick one. Learn to dance like no one is watching, and sing like no one is listening because one day, it might be too late. <3
She's doing the side step, and nodding her head to the music. She's in a whole other world; her eyes are closed and she occasionally turns in a circle- her feet bouncing on the concrete. My eyes linger on her a moment more, and the light changes. I crank up the volume. My head bounces with the rhythm of the radio, my fingers tap on the steering wheel, and I could have swore she gave me a knowing smile as I drove away.
Music is one of the most powerful gifts mankind could ever receive. For some reason, a collection of random notes (when done correctly) have the power to completely change someone's life. It's almost scary. Scary how easily others can see our feelings, scary how easily those feelings can change.
Everyone has their ways of fighting their dragons and expressing their emotions- music is just one of many ways we can do so; but do pick one. Learn to dance like no one is watching, and sing like no one is listening because one day, it might be too late. <3
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