My first reaction when people ask me if I have preferred songs, locations, or anything etc. is of repulse. I think that is too static. I like variety, I like many things. I am a Gemini, that is my excuse for being a generalist, interested in so many things that sometimes loses focus on what it wants and likes really and deeply.
But that’s how I have always been. I cannot even remember the lyrics of any song. It might be a brain dysfunction though.
It is the sound of music that creates an effect on me, gets to my heart, and knocks me out of the ring.
I read Michelle’s instructions for Day Three of the Writing 101 course with hesitation,
Today’s Prompt: Write about the three most important songs in your life — what do they mean to you?
Ok , I signed up for the course. When in the dancing floor I’d better dance, right?
Yes, there are songs I like the most, they are mostly timeless.
Classic. I have two preferred classic musics that literally use all my senses. They touch somewhere inside my heart, no, they touch my whole body and existence. They make me think, they make me cry. I don’t know exactly what I am crying for, but the notes do that to me.
There are many songs though that have spoken to me in other times, throughout my life. I remember how important they were to accept a loss, to give me courage, to take action, to believe in something, to celebrate.
There are other songs that just make me want to dance, they make me get out of a chair and move. Even if I am not a great dancer, with those songs, I move, I sing, I fly. My body frees up and achieves what I believe I don’t posses, which is cadence, rhythm, coordination, gracious movements.
Do you know what I hated about today’s prompt? Because it would free up my mind and I am not so sure I wanted to do that as yet here.
Today’s twist: You’ll commit to a writing practice. The frequency and the amount of time you choose to spend today — and moving forward — are up to you, but we recommend a minimum of fifteen uninterrupted minutes per day.
I just realized that I haven’t set a time and I may have been writing for more than 15 minutes already. Yes, I am avoiding the subject.
There is a story in what I write or in what I like writing. There is always an association of a story with my photos too. I like to share stories. Is that my style? I will find out here in the next days.
Do I like to be personal, yes. Do I like to share everything straight from my gut? Maybe not. Am I able to do it? Yes. What I like is to be authentic, and to say what I think or feel, without sugar coating facts, not worrying about what you may think of it. You will judge me with your references and I will never be able to make you happy.
I learned that already in real life a long time ago, let alone when I am writing.
I am learning in life more than when blogging, to not worry about what people think about me. I have already spent and wasted too much time fulfilling expectations of other people that perhaps I have created myself.
People will always have a different perception of my world. So better focus on living my story and sharing it as it is. There are always people who can relate to it. And there are those who won’t. Thanks for the visit anyways, but yes that’s not not what you like reading about nor the photos you wanted to see. Yes, I post photography too.
Back to music. It frees my mind.
And I still didn’t say anything about the music I like. I will now share it with you.
The first is Beethoven’s Symphony #6 Pastoral. This music is powerful, and yet sweet. It gives me strength and soothes my heart.
The second is Bach – Air Orchestral Suite #3 in D Major. I had posted about it already here last year. This is the one that makes me cry, no matter what. It must be something in my genes’s memory.
The third one is a simple Cold Play song that gave me courage when I needed to take a life changing decision.
The part I most liked about the last one is this: ‘You will never know if you will never try… Life will guide you home…”
That’s what I am doing now and will continue doing everyday, because I am convinced that there is no other way to know what is the best for me, unless experimenting it.
We lose ourselves, and our true essence, as we go through life and start believing in our own stories, as well as in the roles we have to play, assuming them as our real identity.
We can stop and try. We can always go back home. I am on my way.