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Sunday, December 09, 2007

For some time, I've knowingly wanted something that all love songs seem to represent. But, I've recently realized the folly in this way of thought. A lot of love songs have this representation of a perfect ending, even if in the song there isn't the ending. There is always the hope or expectation of a dreamy ending. Which, somewhere in my mind, got crossed with perfection. But, love is not perfection like in the movies or the love songs. If it were perfection, it wouldn't be love. There wouldn't be grace, forgiveness, or all those warm and toasty feelings. Love encompasses the flaws, which is why all those songs/movies are beautiful. The beauty and wonder is in the imperfection rather than the pretense of an ending of perfection. Love as imperfection seen as beautiful.

Friday, September 14, 2007

Happy Life...

Sometimes I like to stop and think how lucky I am to be a musician and a singer. I'm happy in the role that has been created for me. I feel like life has been good so far and that at any second now it could take off and take me to a million different wonderful places. My life is exciting.
Maybe this is true, maybe not, (at least when perceived by others) but my eternally optimistic self continues to think this way. Today, I'm kind of having a quiet day, but I'm so happy to be outside and enjoy the feel of the breeze as it rustles my hair. That breeze: where has it gone, what is its next destination? Have these clouds just enjoyed a nice trip across the Pacific, or were they in Russia yesterday or last week? The world is so interconnected and beautiful.
I can't wait to start the new chapter of my life. This one at Western still has a bunch of pages to go, but the chapter is coming to a close, and I'm so excited for what is to come. I feel like good things await me. Maybe this is why I've become so focused lately. I feel like my sight is just set on the goal at hand and I have tunnel-vision of sorts. Sometimes the tunnel-vision scares me. What if I'm missing something outside my field of vision that is just as wonderful as what I'm looking at?
I haven't found an answer to this one, but every once in a while I'm looking to my right and left and seeing if something is waiting there for me. So far, I'm pretty sure I'm on the right track. A close friend said to stop looking around and being nostalgic and to just follow my dream. I think he's right, but it scares me to be so focused. While at the same time, I'm so excited and happy being focused.

Friday, July 20, 2007

It must be said...

The time has come for boys to step up and be men. Why has our culture embraced the passivity that is overcoming our entire generation? Why is it seen as perfectly normal to stare at the computer or television screen for hours on end and not actually talk face to face with another human being? Our society is putting the personal interaction aside in return for closed off, introspective time. I believe we need others to survive. We need to talk to one another, bounce ideas off each other, enjoy time shared in each other's presence! Friendships grow by spending time with each other, not by secluding ourselves off from one another. I emplore our generation to take this exciting time into our hands, cherish it, hold it tightly! We have a month left of summer! Lets use it to grow closer to one another, and not waste it in the confines of our own solitary hell. Enjoy life. Live. Take a walk, read a book, call your friends, get our the supersoakers! Summer 07 is quickly leaving us. Lets make use of the time! We are only young once and won't be able to get this summer back!

(And, if you think no one wants to hang out, call me. I'm ready to live it up with you!)

Monday, June 18, 2007

Ciao mi amici!
Io amo Firenze. Tonight is my last night in this inspiring city. I just finished eating dinner with some friends, and the waiters gave us free spumante and appetizers. Yummy! Today I was walking across one of the bridges and just stopped and sat down. I looked out over the Arno and at the Ponte Vecchio and started to get really choked up. I feel like I will leave part of my heart in Firenze tommorrow when we leave (at 4:30 in the morning!) I've never loved a city like this. This has been one of the most fantastic experiences of my life.
I will be back in Macomb on Wednesday afternoon, and in the country early on Tuesday afternoon if anyone needs to reach me.
Ciao,
Bethany