XXVII

 

I haven't done this in a while
So, forgive the mind for trying hard
I just had to write
Something deep inside

Starting it
I don't know how
All I know is that
You are on my mind now

Hearing your name
Made people stare
You are something
Compares to nothing

Possessing such physique 
Many have admired
More so, knowing the mind 
Admiration is not to hide 

In a crowded room
You really bloom
In an exhibit
You were simple yet exquisite

Ravishing lad
Everybody loves
Delectable as a dish
Wait, I need to finish

Keep soaring
Keep reaching
I wish nothing
But the best of everything

I'm about to end this
I hope you remember this
No matter what they say
I am here to stay

Music

And so, I watched a concert again. I am actually not feeling well, I had a hard time breathing, my taste buds were impaired but, the hell I care. It’s a Friday, anyway. So, go na. 🙂 I was supposed to be part of them but due to conflict schedules, I didn’t commit. I still  went and supported them. Whether I’m a performer  or just part of the audience, it doesn’t matter, I’m happy as long as I am there. It is something priceless to me. MUSIC. That’s what keeps the world go around. They say, love is…but without music  is boring, right? It makes everything beautiful. Just. No questions. It sure brings out the best in humanity. How wonderful it is. There’s something I cannot describe more than kilig. From simple note clashes to a nice ‘latag’ of notes and ensemble. Beautiful. When I listen to Korean songs that I have no idea what they are saying, all I know is that it  gives a nice and refreshing feeling. How I appreciate an Italian song. How I listen to a German song that of course, I don’t know the meaning but, my heart says it’s good. How I am in awe listening and appreciating from classical to rap. On repeat. Lyrics and/or translations would go later and learn to appreciate music more. Thinking how they came up with such nice rhythms and beats. Eargasmic that is. I can just talk of a thousand music that made and still makes me kilig all day. And many more.

Watching my beloved group made me realize a lot of things. Made me think more. How magical music is.. It crosses borders. It makes us laugh, cry, go crazy. It inspires. It nurtures. It heals. It evolves. It helps us look at things beautifully. It transpires. It breaks barriers. It communicates when  words can no longer express. Everything just makes sense. Every encounter is a learning process to understand things better. Watching them and looking at us, alumni, put a smile on my face and realize how we have grown. Also, realizing their process of growth as well. Or how we mature, at least. How everyone deals with everything. With the group…Pressure. Notes. Lines. Voice. How you look on stage. Everything. Sure, it wasn’t easy to deal with those things but like life in general and in the real world, it’s definitely not easy. It’s a daily battle. A constant journey and discovery. An ongoing battle. But you see, the beauty of this life is that we are given the chance to choose which perspective we want to see? Do you see mistakes and flaws as a total failure or you see it as a chance for your betterment and development? Do you just give in to pressure or you choose to face it fair and square? When you did something good and people praise you, do you become boastful and too proud of yourself or you keep the humility? When you get better, do you forget to look back, stop getting better and not learn anymore or continue learning more? The choice is always ours to make. That’s life.

Music has different genres. It has many flavors. It’s very dynamic. It has different textures. Everything is special. It is just a matter of appreciation. Just because the song is noisy or it’s a rap doesn’t mean it has no substance at all. You might be surprised that it has more substance over the ones that is being commonly heard and sung just because it’s mainstream. You just have to hear them closely to understand and appreciate better. There’s a deeper thought to it. Just like in life, even though we are all beautifully unique, we also go through a lot. Just because you made a mistake or you are a loud person doesn’t mean you are not a good person anymore. We just have to know more, listen more, understand more. There’s substance to it. Sometimes, we even have to go through certain painful and hurtful process for us to appreciate the beauty that lies within. Life is beautiful, isn’t it? It sure is. But, it makes it more colorful and more meaningful with music.

Thank you for reading. Happy weekend! Cheers!

Jeepney Chronicles 6

Traffic was really terrible the past weeks. No matter how you try your best to leave early and not be late, you still lose. In times like these, there’s really no way to get away with it rather, just face it and be hopeful that in the coming days, it would get better. As you all know, heavy traffic plus good music is a perfect recipe for the wandering mind. On one special occasion, while battling with a headache, you still got room for nonsense thinking. Amazing, huh! Yes,nonsense. But, you allowed yourself to be consumed in that thought. Random thoughts as usual. But admittedly, there’s this one thought that tops the brain at the moment. You found yourself creating lines that would somehow reveal your emotions. You were actually creating a poem. For a change, a poem. A poem that would try to unfold everything. A poem that would open and close everything. You’ve been wanting to give a letter for the longest time but maybe, poems would be lovely, too. As always, having courage seems like the most difficult thing to do in the world because you are afraid of  –Rejection. Yeah, right! That’s what it is. You already knew… you were just afraid to face it. It has been shouting right in front of your face, you just chose not to hear it. Of course, for someone who’s been through a lot, that’s the best way to protect yourself — to get away with that word. Damn that tiny hope. But, the other part of you wants to face it. So what if you will be rejected? So what if you shared a piece of your heart to him? At least, for once in your life, you were brave enough to tell that person that you actually care. You really do. You like that being. He is special. That he will be remain special. And then, quietly walk away. Right. That’s more like it. You are simply two beings who are on the same book but will never be on the same page.

Thanks for reading. Happy weekend!