It’s been a while since I last shared a song with you, but to be honest, I haven’t come across a song that I thought was worth bringing to your attention. Now, whether that’s from my lack of musical diversity, or my distinct lack of time from working two jobs, I don’t know.
But! I do know the following:
“I Will Wait” by Mumford and Sons – the first single off their new album, Babel – is one of the greatest and most beautifully crafted songs I’ve ever heard.
What love, my Love,
is this that possesses
my heart, this heart,
that swore ne’er to
love thee again?
It’s that time again,
the time for pomp and cheer!
It’s that time again,
Musical Monday is here!
As I look back
upon this old year,
I see a repeating
It wove itself
into my being,
Yesterday, I was completely blown away by one of the most beautiful songs I have ever heard. It was beautiful in the musical sense, of course, but what really hit me were the lyrics, and the meaning behind them.
The song is titled “Tracks in the Snow,” by one of my all-time favorite bands – The Civil Wars.
For those of you who don’t know, I love to write.
And by “write,” I mean picking up a pen and physically moving it across a blank sheet of paper (preferable college ruled). There’s just something about brushing the side of your hand against the crisp texture of the sheet as you glide the pen across it, leaving behind the marks that are your thoughts, your feelings, your words. It’s practically an artform in and of itself (I’m just talking about reguar writing, here, not calligraphy, which I know is an artform), and it’s one that I fear is dying with the rise of electronic media – but that is a topic for a different time!
No, today, I’m going to talk about pens – specifically, how you know if the pen with which you use to write is a proper writing instrument or not (See? I can talk properly when I so choose. ;P).
So, today at work, as I was diligently sorting my returns, my sister walks up to me and asks me a question.
“Tim, did you take the car to go get lunch today?”
“Did you move the car at all?”
“Oh, well, then someone broke into our car. Did you leave the doors unlocked?”
I find it funny how we create personalities for people. Not the people we actually know and talk with on a regular basis, of course, but the people we don’t talk to; the people we merely observe – especially those we see on a regular basis.
And I find it funnier when they turn out to be completely different from what we internally conceived.
So, yesterday was a fairly normal day for me. I got up, ran some errands, whipped up an outline for a speech I have to give next Tuesday, and then headed off to work.
I walked into the building, clocked in, and started off to go do whatever it is that I needed to do, as I always do, when my boss suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
While working on an assignment for my Creative Writing class, I began to run with a thought:
Nobody reads anymore.
I am one of the few people at my job that regularly brings a book to work to read on break. Everyone else just mindlessly watches the television, whereas I get caught up in an adventure – sometimes I even have a hard time getting back to work because the story is so riveting!
Have you ever been driving down the road, or through a parking lot, at a nice, regular speed, when you suddenly hit an unmarked speedbump? Your car jerks up and screams at you and you get tossed around a bit, causing you to hit the brakes and slow down, disrupting the perfect cruise you were on. Yes?
Well, that’s basically what’s happening with my writing right now.
Somtimes when I’m at work, I get to listen to the radio. Most of my other coworkers listen to Country or Old Rock, and a few listen to Pop/Modern Music (myself included), but I really prefer to listen to classical music when working. I find it very calming (which is great when working in a high stress environment), and it sets me in a better state of mind. I am the only one who likes to listen to such music, though, so very seldom do I get the chance to do so.
The other day I was reading Temple of the Winds, the fourth book in the Sword of Truth series, and one of the characters said something that really struck a chord in me:
“What’s done is done. We can only strive to shape the future – we cannot alter the past.”
I find it interesting how we change over the courses of our lives; how we acquire different beliefs and hone different skills, while at the same time abandoning or pieces of ourselves that we once held most dear. It’s almost as if you can look over your shoulder and see all the different versions of you, standing as relics of your past, each one whispering reminders of what you’ve gained and what you’ve lost – an evolutionary chain of you.
Here lately, there has been a lot of change in my life (those of you who read my stuff know what I’m talking about), and I’ve come to a simple realization.
You can’t make the wrong shoe fit.
It doesn’t matter how much you like it, how much you want it, or how much you’re willing to sacrifice for it – if it doesn’t fit, it’s not the right one.