What's Music Mean To Me?

What does music mean to any of us? A passion? A hobby? A getaway? 

A sense of freedom?

Looking into the past year, I think all the different varieties of beautiful sounds I was lucky enough to hear made me what I am. 

Those pieces of music, all mixing up into each other, silently, never wavering, tried their best to turn me into what they were; Simply beautiful.

They play in the background, opening different windows in your soul, giving you feelings you never knew you had, making you feel light, above the rest of the world.

As I listen to music, I realize that my heart is beating in a sort of fascination, excitement, pleasurable anticipation, a waiting that never ends, for the perfect piece of music, until you realize that every one of them is perfect.

Just like humans, every piece of music is perfect in its own way, and these perfect pieces of music are what make you feel perfect as you listen to them, they make you feel innocent, guileless, like nothing could ever go wrong again.

I have a thought, a certainty rather, that listening to music is a feeling that's incredibly close to being with GOD. Maybe that's why people praise GOD with music, opening doors for GOD to enter their hearts, to purify them completely.

Here's the music I was listening to as I wrote out this article, listen, enjoy, and share it for the good of others as well...

Link : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8HxKTty1WU

Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed!

~The Guy With Random Stuff

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Reality Scares

Hey guys this is a poem about...well life in itself. Sometimes it can all be a bit overwhelming and at times like that I think all we can do is keep trying.

try to be good, try to succeed, try to be amazing.

we don't need to be terrified because someday we will touch the sky. :)

Reality Scares

Do you always catch yourself staring at the stars?

Because you don't know how to hide those scars?

Somehow you are stuck where you are

And the finish line is still pretty far.

You scream, you push

It's all just a rush.

You just want to cross that bridge

Lunge and jump off that ledge

But what do you do?

Where do you go?

Do you look upto the skies

Or down to the lies?

Is it easier to fake it

Or braver to face it?

It's terrifying to be lost

But it's fearsome to be real!

The world's a big place,

With big people who always ace

I'm a little shy, a little quiet

Maybe I'm too polite?

Or maybe I'm too bright?

All I know is it's going to be a fight,

A fight between me and I,

Between staying put and touching the sky.

Until it's time for me to succeed,

Time for me to take the lead.

-XXXBeckyreckons

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