Love can take work, I can’t play the guitar, Chemistry isn’t just the study Committing is important and a huge step to take. Many things in life can be all about timing,
but should always be given a chance.
When you look at my heart,
please take a second glance.
but i’d still write you a song.
I’ll do whatever it takes,
because my heart can’t be wrong.
of matter.
It’s a connection between two people,
that no one can shatter.
Honesty and trust are things you must not break.
but taking the risk is a mountain worth climbing.
I look at lonely people everyday.
People in their 40s, doing the same as they were in their 20s.
Doesn’t a lightbulb click somewhere in that mind?
Grow Up.
Find Love.
Be Happy.
I feel bad for the miserable man who ends each of his days at a bar.
But I look and I learn, that won’t be me.
I had to grow up quickly, and still have a lot of growing left to do.
Yet what I have left to learn about life is different.
What I have left is growing into a better person, a better version of myself.
There’s a difference between improving upon oneself, and when parents tell their little ones to “grow up.”
When do we reach that realization?
When does the lightbulb click?
When do we grow up?
In the end we all want to be happy.
But daily we question what will get us there.
Sometime life is just plain crappy.
Wisdom stems from the realization life isn’t fair.
—A viewer of the world.
I look out the window viewing the world around me. My camera lens eyes have auto focus. A daughter, getting coffee with her mother. A white veil on the daughter’s head; a universal symbol of happiness. A label—fiance, wife. A new chapter of life is approaching her.
Chatter. Not a hint of ambiguity in their voices.
FLASH, FLASH. 2 cameras, 2 photographers, 2 viewers of the world. They document this strangely important moment in time.
My camera lens eyes have captured a scene that makes me wonder, will that ever be me?
Oh music. How it can awaken one’s soul, brighten someone’s day, bring flashbacks of other times. Memories start to form in one’s mind and suddenly you’re an outsider looking in. Seeing times of the past flash in front of your eyes like you’re watching a movie and this music is the soundtrack, the soundtrack to your life. The deep “boom, boom, boom” from the base drum somehow manages to get right in sync with the beat of your heart. The different sounds of the guitar… soft acoustic chords create a relaxing feeling. The slower sounds, where there is just space between those notes, the places where the rush of emotion just hits you. Music is its own language, it speaks to one’s heart in a way others can’t. I think I’m in love, in love with this sweet melody.
I cannot begin to fathom the heart.
In essence, the heart’s role is to keep us alive.
Yet we suffer the repercussions of using our hearts for love.
