Mumford and Sons Rant
Walking on Alumni Way today and saw something that completely goes along with my last post.
Before going on, I 'd like to apologize for the continuance of talk about what makes us free--literally and figuratively--it's just what my mind is stuck on.
Anyway, I came upon a, what had to be, Wittenberg student bobbing his head up and down, slapping his books on his waist--not even noticing that his actions had caught my eye--and just walking down the brick path of Alumni; tracing over decades and decades of Witt history with his sneakers. His mind was lost and wound up in whatever sounds were exhibiting themselves from his headphones; for a moment, it was like he didn't even recognize that he was on Witt's campus. A mind so entranced by the way the music makes him feel; his motions were taken over by the rhythm of whatever tune was playing. This is what should make us feel free. Times where you lose track of the things around you and let yourself open the doors of your mind and adventure through them. However, I must admit that life has proven, at least to me, that there are false appearances in human beings, and I could be wrong about all of this; however, I enjoy the thought that other people's mind wanders such as mine.
Even if we don't have headphones in like this guy, we should still move to the music in our souls. Our music can be whatever we wish it to be--writing, friends, love--just don't be afraid to let it move you a different way than others. It won't be everyday that I see a person dancing like that and letting themselves become free. It won't be everyday that I'll be able to do the same thing--life beats us sometimes. Simple as that.
If we can, somehow, mute the sounds of society and elevate the noise of our minds a little, change can take place. If we can defeat the daily demons that all of us face each morning in the shower, change can take place.
I don't have the answers on how to overcome those demons, but I have hope for someday for my own to break off of me and fly away. I just want to hear the music of my soul, like the guy on Alumni Way, and I hope you do too.
Oh, the elephant in the room. My awkward title; I have this to say--listen to the song "White Blank Page" by Mumford and Sons and tell me how you feel.
Before going on, I 'd like to apologize for the continuance of talk about what makes us free--literally and figuratively--it's just what my mind is stuck on.
Anyway, I came upon a, what had to be, Wittenberg student bobbing his head up and down, slapping his books on his waist--not even noticing that his actions had caught my eye--and just walking down the brick path of Alumni; tracing over decades and decades of Witt history with his sneakers. His mind was lost and wound up in whatever sounds were exhibiting themselves from his headphones; for a moment, it was like he didn't even recognize that he was on Witt's campus. A mind so entranced by the way the music makes him feel; his motions were taken over by the rhythm of whatever tune was playing. This is what should make us feel free. Times where you lose track of the things around you and let yourself open the doors of your mind and adventure through them. However, I must admit that life has proven, at least to me, that there are false appearances in human beings, and I could be wrong about all of this; however, I enjoy the thought that other people's mind wanders such as mine.
Even if we don't have headphones in like this guy, we should still move to the music in our souls. Our music can be whatever we wish it to be--writing, friends, love--just don't be afraid to let it move you a different way than others. It won't be everyday that I see a person dancing like that and letting themselves become free. It won't be everyday that I'll be able to do the same thing--life beats us sometimes. Simple as that.
If we can, somehow, mute the sounds of society and elevate the noise of our minds a little, change can take place. If we can defeat the daily demons that all of us face each morning in the shower, change can take place.
I don't have the answers on how to overcome those demons, but I have hope for someday for my own to break off of me and fly away. I just want to hear the music of my soul, like the guy on Alumni Way, and I hope you do too.
Oh, the elephant in the room. My awkward title; I have this to say--listen to the song "White Blank Page" by Mumford and Sons and tell me how you feel.
Finding what freely moves the soul is like a constant search for the right bumper sticker on the highways of L.A. that summarizes your life to the letter. But don't stop and think that there is only one solution. I think that there can be a mix of things -- a perfect balance if you will -- that sets the tone.
ReplyDeleteLike you said, it is music of the soul that moves us. Music has a bass line, a solo, the right beat. It is a bunch of moving pieces that work together in harmony -- pun intended.
For me, I like to balance the fresh air of running, the symmetrical balance of graphic art, and the deep focus of relaxation, in whatever form that may be. Each of these things make me happy, make me who I am, and make me a better person.
Keep your eyes and ears open; if you haven't heard your music yet, or seen the right dance moves, they will come. Good luck.