My fingers are tracing different letters as I try to picture, no scratch that, try to form something substantial here. There is a lot I want to write about, but I have to choose which for the time being. I could write about the numerous girls that share different sectors of my life, or my future that is about as doughy as a baker's cake, or pithy life lessons or so on and so forth; anything to make myself seem intellectual enough to take up space-if that is a requirement.
But in reality, I think I am going to reach into a more humorous story of my life: singing in the shower. I used to just sing songs I knew by heart: Oasis's Wonderwall, Petty's Free Fallin' and even Verve Pipe's Freshmen. I would belt them out as the euphoria of steam and warm comfort contrasted by December in Illinois would reach deep into the pit of my stomach, churning out notes I didn't even know I was capable of reaching.
Anymore, I have become captivated of the prospects of being a true artist in life. I wonder to school, to work, to friend's houses, still in a childlike candor, wide eyed, trying to experience a world I feel is brand new each day. Music drives my engine, serving as a catalyst to fuel the chemical reaction of my true creativity and love for life.
What does this point to? Well, I think this is why anymore I enjoy singing freely, making lyrics up as the synapses in my brain fire, sending colorful metaphors and verses through my voice box, creating the resonating noise of an artist in love with life.
It must be a hoot to witness. I know my two roommates last March would often be laughing after I would step out of the shower and my two current roommates often comment as well.
And like every good little story teller, there is a moral to this story, as I am learning from Mr. John Gardner. What ever it is you love, or who...don't be afraid to "sing in the shower" so to speak. Who cares is watching, listening...witnessing. Let the true passion that drives your life-source become aroused and perpetuated in all you do. Thank you.
KmS
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Well put Keith, well put. A lot of people, myself included, think I have my future all figured out, when really I'm still not totally sure of what I want. You're not alone. ;)
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