I have long participated in a love affair that I have yet to enjoy the way I could. Right now, I’m referring to music. Though I’ve never donated blood to pay for a guitar and I don’t actually play an instrument, there are few people that will enjoy a tune and its words the way that I do. Perhaps, it’s because I write that I am able to appreciate music to its entirety.
What experience? Hold on… I’m getting there.
Turns out they aren’t really hard to get. My next question: But won’t this look ridiculous? I don’t know anything about this.
Ladies & gentlemen, I introduce to you my summer hook-up:
Now that I made my purchase, I gotta tell you… I’m an idiot for not having done it sooner. The way that I love music, the genres that I love… this makes sense! One might say, “I wish I had seen it sooner,” but not me. I’m just happy I finally got here- where the real music is playing. I can appreciate it here and this is where I belong.
Things like these are attainable to us when we’re lost, but it’s when we’re out searching for ourselves that we appreciate them for what they are. We hold them differently when we know why they mean so much. You might not be close to your “thing” yet, but I promise you, keep poking and you’ll find it.