Lately, I've been listening to music of different genres that I did not listen regularly before. The prime example would be jazz.
Gotta admit, I have to thank this new environment for this one. For lifting the emotional curse I had against this genre before. Now that I think about it, it was stupid and immature of me. I was overwhelmed by anecdotal experiences. I was blaming the dust instead of the wind that blew it into my eyes, just because I knew I am not permitted to blame the wind.
Now that I've shaken its hands and be introduced to it, it has been growing my love for itself. It has its own unique characteristic in telling its stories. Personalised. Innovative. (somewhat) Free, like a breeze playing around in its track of synchronized flight with her friends. Emotional in its way, like a single smile full of hidden meanings - and its up to everyone to decipher it in the way they desire, the truth may be either far or close, or both. Somewhat, I feel that this also, can be related to my own views and thoughts.
Basically it added another spectrum of colours I can use to fill this vast space of mind. Well, I guess I would still hold on to my ideal view of diversity, that it is possible for diverse things to co-existance together in harmony. I still listen to classics, to hip-hop, to rock, to pop, etc. w/ different languages too, English, Japanese, Portuguese, Latin etc. That, I think, what makes my playlists quite unique..
Maybe that is why I am also having growing interest in Fusion, and cross-genres songs often catch my attention (and admiration), too. The title of this entry is actually inspired from the lyric of a song that combined jazz, hard-rock, pop/hip-hop in one single performance. It was.. magical, at least that is what I think.
A question that popped out of my mind when I was writing this: why am I talking this much about music when I am not a musician? Currently, no 'official' activity of mine is related to music. Heck, even if there is, my musical ability is just limited, I guess. Isn't it quite shameless for me to write things like this, while I have no idea whether all this thoughts are actually commendable or ..crappy? There goes my paranoia. Again.
Anyway.
The title of this entry also said some parts of my other thought. Well, who can deny that every person has their own circumstances, problems, pressure and fair share of sorrow? Yet life would eventually narrate to us that nearly as much as humans need others' help, they also have their own strengths and virtues to get through their problems.
At times, things like this may seem doubtful, especially when our mind are clouded by the mist of circumstances and our persistent egos. Quite often, actually, the times come when I find myself reluctant to wait and give some space for others to make their moves. My patience can be quite pathetic, my worries are sometimes cancerous. Yet we have to acknowledge the strength of a human being. Waiting may not be a pleasant experience, but well..
Of course, direct actions are still important. Very crucial and vital, even. I will not deny that.
Either way, although a human's achievement, be it "quantifiable" success or positive paradigm shift, could most likely not be attributed fully to him/herself, I still believe we should not forget that certain amount of it is still his/herself's. That is why I would still be congratulating them, verbally or not. Another motivational remainder to respect people, and to think that the world is wonderful, perhaps. I'm proud of the livings.
