It’s a part of me.
It has helped me be who I am.
It has been by my side even through the darkest times.
It reaches out to me and I connect with it when I can’t with anyone else.
It has been my language when I couldn’t even utter a sound.
My tears, fears, joy and laughter, it has been a part of it all.
It has been my companion during the lonely times, my friend who has been with me through all the tides.
It is my escape from the world, my blissful paradise.
Its voice might differ every time but it never fails to express what I feel.
It has been there from the start and I know will stand by till the end.
But still, till date I cannot thank it enough.
It is my music.
All along life it has been my get away from the world, it always creates me a bubble which I call my space. I relate to it in many ways whether it’s being obnoxious and loud or just wanting to relax. I have always been much closed about my music which has several times been misunderstood but it’s not that I have something to hide, it’s just that, to me, it is something very personal that I like to keep to myself. I never really got how people can so easily be comfortable sharing their music and have always envied them because that is something I have never been able to do very easily. I blame this on the fact that to me it feels like letting people inside my personal space which I can get highly uncomfortable with especially if I don’t know you. I really don’t know if that weird or not but humans around me say it is. I don’t understand why though, because it totally makes sense to me in my head and I’m kind of hoping I’m not the only one but even if I am the only one it doesn’t make any difference really.
So here’s to music, to a bit of my soul.
I’m not going to lie. About a while ago I had no clue what I was going to write. I was absolutely blank and to an extent totally freaked out. I was trying to think of every possible idea I could write my first post on but nothing clicked. But then I sent a friend of mine a text. Ok not one, maybe many long ones. Well let’s just say in these messages I probably bugged her about this instead of studying one day prior to an examination in our college. Yes. I’m a weird person. So back to the point after asking me to get back to studying and all that, all she said was, “why don’t you write on new beginnings.” and this was how I realised that I can be a very stupid human being at times. Yes, I did not realise probably the most obvious topic to start off my blog with. Well, that’s when I realised that in this huge rush looking for answers we often forget that sometimes the answer is in front of us all along.
We begin every year saying that we’re going to start anew and set ourselves these set of resolutions which, lets face it we probably never end up following. I do that too. I also have a habit of starting anew with everyone around me no matter what. But well, this year something different happened and I was luckier than usual because unlike every year this year I got my new beginnings before New Year and welcomed the New Year with them by my side. Well, if that makes sense to you.
This year I realised two things which probably changed my way of thinking a lot.
First being, it’s never too late or there is no perfect time to start anew. Things can fall into place any time. New stories can be even written at the end of the year and stories can even come to an end at the beginning of a year. But at the end of the story it is all worth it.
And the second that maybe the need for new beginnings on the new years is not that important every time. Sometime all we need is what is with us already or what we had gained along the previous year. Nothing more. Nothing less. Just perfect.
So here’s to old stories which have walked with me all along from the start, to the stories I gained along the way and to the new stories which are yet to come along.
Happy New Year 😀