Music is proof of the soul. I learned that in history of political philosophy class back in college. Kind of weird thing to learn there, sure. I mean, aren’t there more serious points of logic to debate?
Moving on. Music is something beyond basic human needs that every culture in history has created and enjoyed. Music doesn’t just tickle our fancy, it resonates. It pulls us. It goes deep.
If that has happened across generations and societies then it’s not a coincidence. That means there’s something that we all have. Something that connects us all. That means there’s something more to us than just these bones and muscles. That’s exciting!
I’m especially fond of music. Music is a major daily, even hourly, part of my life. I believe in music. Music is my life coach.
Based on that passion, I am going to do a blog post a week just for me. It’s not really going to move your life by design journey forward. But it will bring me joy. So, there’s that. Usually I write to help or encourage myself or others. This type of writing will be more indulgent I suspect.
I grew up writing literary criticisms. Wait. That sounds sad. I really enjoy thinking deeply about content I take in so don’t be sad for me! I did book reports for my grandpa as a kid. I really enjoyed English class. I read really long books by choice. Over and over again. Before I was even double digits.
So every time I hear a song, a speech, read a book or even a Facebook post I’m looking for the deeper meaning behind it.
Let’s look into a song I recently added to my playlist for my debut lyrical criticism (not actually criticizing, that’s just the official term). It’s called Crazy by Lost Frequencies. When you watch the video, you can see the feeling is uplifting, the beat is light hearted and fun.
Hear me turn these words into a song
For them to sing along to when I’m gone
Let me be the one to set them free
I will give them every part of me
Put my heart where everyone can see
They can call me whatever they want
Call me crazy
You can call me whatever you want
But that won’t change me
I just don’t care what the world says
I’m gonna make it
They can call me whatever they want
So what if I am, crazy
This is so much harder than I thought
But I will give them everything I’ve got
One day I am gonna prove them wrong
It doesn’t matter what thing you set out to do, it’s probably going to be harder than you thought. Oh, you imagined it would be hard, sure. But now you’re up for the third time at 3am and covered in spit up. Or you’ve just hit half a mile and you can barely lift your legs. Or you’re about to hit five years of marriage and you don’t recognize the couple you’ve become. But you just keep digging deeper, keep giving, keep making inch-by-inch progress.
Prove them wrong? Well, I’m a little hesitant about the idea of “haters.” I think we sometimes make these haters up in our head. Or we think that people who simply disagree with us are haters.
I actually think sometimes WE are our biggest critics. The voices in our head can be really mean. We say things to ourselves we would never say to our friends. WE are the ones we need to prove wrong. WE are that voice of negativity or self-doubt that needs to be proven wrong.
And we can.
And we shall.
To sum up, we (I) desire to
- Use powerful words and we need to ask for help from above.
- Make our words and idea count & matter.
- we want out word to help others breakthrough.
- We give it our all, authentically (#realtalk) and we are out there, exposed.
- Normal is boring, crazy is good.
- It’s tough, but we are tougher. We can do it!
So what do you think? Did you enjoy my lyrics criticism (as in discussion, not being critical)? Have you heard this song?
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