I’m coming to learn many things about life
Patience is a virtue.
Words of kindness are healers.
There are more awful people in the world than we are ever told about.
You should get Peace prizes for rising above when you’re a girl.
Self-control is an art form.
Skepticism doesn’t protect you.
My generation really is the “Me” generation.
Those few friends who make you happy should be held onto tightly.
Karma is often misguided and gets it wrong half the time.
Being alone is liberating.
Conformity is a curse that you shouldn’t have to succumb to.
Independent lives are easier to lead than most understand.
Pride is a handicap.
Glee and my iPod are what helps me keep my sanity throughout life these days. I’ve had my share of moments where I’ve looked up to the sky and asked what I’m supposed to do next. I just stand there in a haze and think to myself: What am I going to do for housing? How am I going to stay calm? What can I do to make this moment less horrible? Am I going to be able to just walk away and not say anything? Being in a foreign country and having to deal with these questions with no one you can turn to is very hard, borderline terrifying. Through all of these questions and times where I just don’t know what to do I have come to learn the power of music. If you find the right song at the right moment, anything can be dealt with. Any emotion can be pushed to the back of your mind and that’s really all that is needed because with a clear mind you can solve any problem, you can conquer the world. In the times that music does not do the trick, I can easily lean on Glee for conformation that I am not the only one with the problems that I have. I am so annoyed with every person that I encounter telling me that Glee is nonsense or worthless, you clearly have NEVER grown up. Did you all come out of the womb at the age of 25, when you’ve essentially passed the age where you deal with any of the issues that Glee addresses? In my opinion, there is no way that you cannot appreciate Glee in the slightest degree if you grew up outside of a bubble. So please, stop telling me that they ruin song. No more ranting about plot lines. I don’t want to hear about acting or theatrical affects and foreshadowing. I don’t care because I’m in it for the conformation that I’m not alone in the world. When I spend nights alone in a hotel room I want to know that Quinn and Rachel feel like crap too. I’d like to know that Santana is sad because Brittany rejected her when I am busy trying to wiggle out of a star struck trance. Seeing Blaine stand by Kurt when Karofsky bullies him makes all the snide comments I hear a-okay with me for the time being. It’s all about the personal connection.
On a different note, I was inside the Parthenon today. Experience of a lifetime. I can’t even describe it, I don’t know where to start. I was on top of the world. This was definitely the highpoint of my life, I could literally feel all the stress of the last year and a half lift off my shoulders. All the fights with friends. The homesick calls. Fretting over papers. Numerous moments of letdown. Everything was gone because I had made it to this amazing spot where so much had happened. I was right in the middle of history, like it had been frozen in time. It was what I needed. Wonderful
No comments:
Post a Comment