I am a passionate person. I tend to go all out and expect the best. One of my passions has always been music. I found it to be more of an escape than ever during a stressful Freshman year when I overextended myself.. This is the first of a series of posts that are love letters to the art that takes me on vacation every time I press play.
Sixteenth century theologian and Christian reformer, Martin Luther, said, “The devil, the originator of sorrowful anxieties and restless troubles, flees before the sound of music almost as much as before the Word of God…. Music is a gift and grace of God, not an invention of men. Thus it drives out the devil and makes people cheerful. Then one forgets all wrath, impurity, and other device”.
With the dawn of a new semester of academia at our doorsteps I figured it would only be fitting to throw out some breadcrumbs of knowledge to you all. The piece that follows is my final piece I wrote for my high school newspaper in the editorial column I started there (Cam’s Couch). I find that reflecting on the past and your personal behaviors in those situation is a task we all must master to constantly become better versions of ourselves. The aspects of life I talk about here are breadcrumb I picked up and now leave behind for you all.
Hansel and Gretel sprinkle the breadcrumbs to find their way back to safety in the old fairy tale that used to be read to us as little children sitting in a circle. Our eyes were wide open as anticipation grew for each word rolling off the teacher’s tongue. These are my breadcrumbs that I am leaving for you while also bringing tiny bits of that kindergarten magic back to life. I’ve walked this path before so eat up kids.
Next, as a group we headed for our second encounter with the London underground. This time taking us to the river side where we all became witness to the iconic beauty at the heart of the city. From Big Ben’s towering opulence to the contrasting multitude of modern architectural marvels lining the banks of the river. Not even our sleepless eyes could help but be in complete awe of the magnificence the city has to offer. As we made our way to the tower bridge and her majesty’s infamous (insert name of torture place here) the full spectrum of historical, cultural and global significance creeps its way to the front of our minds.
The following is an excerpt from my personal travelogue during my time study and living across the pond.
May 14, 2013
After redundantly flying from DFW to OKC back to DFW and finally the long voyage to London we arrived at 7:45 in the morning to have some troubles getting the jet bridge to come to the plane. My neighbor in the seat next to me on that 9-hour trek was a Scottish pilot who was in Dallas to test out and use the flight simulator I had used with Paps a few years ago. We chatted and he told me of all the “old things” that were in London. He didn’t use this term in the most endearing ways but one could tell he had an air of jealousy/distaste for this global cultural mega hub.
When we arrived in London and were going through customs I was for some reason shocked to hear this charming lovely accent flutter out of the mouth of my border patrol officer. My mind was like wait we look alike yet her voice makes her sound ten times smarter and more reliable than anyone else’s back home.