Flows like a river..
Look up the song “Adagio For Strings” by Samuel Barber. I personally break down every time I hear it. It sets off so many mental paths for me to go down, and it make me think about things I couldn’t fathom of thinking on my own, just because I happen to have free time.
It seems that the numbers of true thinkers, those who are willing to take time and just think about things that hit home for them, are beginning to dwindle. Although I can’t perosnally gaurentee what I’m saying is accurate, I do know for a fact that anything I would feel while listening to Mr. Barber’s moving piece wouldn’t connect with anyone else.
The question I pose myself with now, is whether or not my trains of thought have no meaning, or if I am just a member or a dying breed. I desparately hope for the latter, assuming I had to choose one or the other. It’s okay to let your hair down, smear your eyeliner off, and just let go of yourself for a moment and truely open yourself to an experience you’ve never had the ability to experience before. Even if it reeks of simplicity.
The truth is, everyone is too civilized, even for the most simple form of living. Raw emotion. They’re missing out.
