RANTS
I have recently discovered my love of ranting. And because I am self-centered teenager, all of these rants have to do with really awkward or really weird things. It’s great in the fact that I get it off my chest but sucks in the fact that no one listens. I figure writing means that I don’t have to wait for a response because it doesn’t matter; this is all words. written/typed words that will one day mean nothing. But today they mean that I want to rant. So here I go: Music. Everyone listens to music at some point in their life even if they don’t enjoy it. I think that music is the closest thing to heaven I’m going to get on Earth. Why? It’s expression. It’s what my ranting is. It’s what everyone’s rant are, but put with music and sung by people who can sing. Because I can’t sing. To save my life. Anyways, I think music is what makes life. Not like the world couldn’t go on without music, but what kind of life would we live without music? What kind of world would we have if we couldn’t listen to emotions that we didn’t know we had, but the artist knew we had. What would happen to us if we couldn’t get that expression? I don’t think that music is just a hobby or just noise. I think music is what you make it. It’s how you walk and talk and bleed and sneeze. It is life because life is something synonymous with living. And living is happiness and struggles and working for that final goal of whatever. Music is the blood that pumps your emotional heart. It is what that pulses through your veins and brings you absolute pleasure. It is life.
