Music--The transcendent highway beyond which lies the embodiment of every emotional state and philosophic endeavor. The vibrations against the eardrum allow for melancholic ideals to become unsuppressed in a quick, yet subtle instance.
The small insight that arouses the senses arranges our state of mind as though we were the tool by which it performed. As the drums continue to beat, we ask ourselves: Do we make music, or does the music make us?
Our appearance, our actions, our choices, seem to only be influenced by the strong and endearing essence of rhythm. Our humor, or character, even our clothing, are all guided by the beat of a drum.
If we are the originators of music, how then do we go about constructing it? Is it through self-indulgence of inner desires? Or perhaps it's the ubiquitous nature that surrounds us.
By no means do we make music... With only a quick glance at the color and style of your t-shirt, it's easy to see that music has made you...
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This blog was created to calm that unsettling thought in the back of my head that I wasn't achieving anything great in my life. I now take this easy to fill-in template under my arm to create yet another unoriginal space on the internet full of my useless and somewhat cumbersome banter. Enjoy...
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