tick…tock…
I have always wondered what it would be like to have my own theme music. Whichever corner I turned, whatever room I entered, a song would be thematically representative of how I felt and it would be audible enough for everyone in the room to hear and jam to. The tone would be set as I walked in, the beat laid down, and my emotions known to all. If only it were plausible…
I have gone through many stages in my life, and I am currently in a stage of self-development to find the all-encompassing reason behind purpose. I have come to many conclusions on various topics later to find myself rethinking the same concepts and finding I have a new opinion on and about all of life’s numerous wonders. The copulation of my ideas is based upon all of my experiences. I have learned life is multi-faceted, as you can perceive it in many different ways, optimistic or pessimistic to name a few I know I have played. As an ever-changing individual, I can thank the outlandishly unique life I have led for all it has had to offer me. I have found that my deranged memory serves as my own farfetched remix of Aesop’s Fables. The honest to God truth has been mangled and revamped due to a faltering and already disastrous memory.
Every event in my life has molded me into a more complex mass of person: gaining substance, freedom of thought, extraversion, mobility, nirvana, existentialistic ideals, etc, etc. I have strayed to and fro on my path to virility, a sort of fast-forwarding of my life if you will, into the years of unknown beginnings of ends. Because no matter how much you think you are taking in the moment, you will never fully be able to recreate or indulge in that exact memory; with that one looses the minute details of everyday life and the environment, both mentally and physically, that make living, life. Every second is just another tick, or should I say tock?
2 years ago