There's just something magical about looking down from a height across the green with the wind blowing in your face and the sun plays through the clouds while listening to the Lion King OST.
It's like being on Pride Rock until i look left or right to remember this is just NIE block 3, level 2. Meh.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Thursday, October 06, 2011
The driving rains falling from a grey sky match so perfectly the melancholic minors of a song that runs through my skull. So dark, so ominous; oppressively enrapturous.
Oh, the dangers of decontextualisation. As emo as it all sounds, I'm just walking out on a wet evening listening to the Gundam SEED OST, parts of which are admittedly depressing. The comfort in all this is that my IEMs are decent enough to provide this isolation and immersion in the music so I'm at least halfway sure the feelings aren't truly my own.
It's an experience though, listening to music out in weather I wouldn't dare expose my 840s to. The cumulative mood just fires the imagination; images of speeding over the waters of the Gulf of Carpentaria towards some deadly mission for which one has neither passion nor confidence to see through. The flashes of lightning and sleet running off the armour plating of the mobile suit somehow brings a cold into your bones even strapped tightly into the warm recesses of a cramped cockpit. Some days you don't even know why you wear the ZAFT Reds and the FAITH pin means nothing.
Ah the subtle manipulations of music... Or I'm crazy.
Oh, the dangers of decontextualisation. As emo as it all sounds, I'm just walking out on a wet evening listening to the Gundam SEED OST, parts of which are admittedly depressing. The comfort in all this is that my IEMs are decent enough to provide this isolation and immersion in the music so I'm at least halfway sure the feelings aren't truly my own.
It's an experience though, listening to music out in weather I wouldn't dare expose my 840s to. The cumulative mood just fires the imagination; images of speeding over the waters of the Gulf of Carpentaria towards some deadly mission for which one has neither passion nor confidence to see through. The flashes of lightning and sleet running off the armour plating of the mobile suit somehow brings a cold into your bones even strapped tightly into the warm recesses of a cramped cockpit. Some days you don't even know why you wear the ZAFT Reds and the FAITH pin means nothing.
Ah the subtle manipulations of music... Or I'm crazy.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Fresh Dawn
I just spent 5 minutes erasing 7 years worth of reflection on my life. So many memories, so much history - wiped clean with a few clicks and refreshes. It's amazing how easy this makes letting go of a past seem.
Yet, reality proves otherwise. There's something in us that seeks to hold on, whether the moment brought a smile to our lips or tears to our eyes. Why? Simply because the road we travelled made us who we are today; and letting go of the past is in a way a denial of who we have become.
But is there something really wrong with surrendering ourselves? Not when there is a greater cause, and not when you know that there is someone who sees more clearly the path ahead. That someone may not avoid every pothole on the road, but at least I my destination is assured.
Taking a small step back, I realise this inspiration came from the co-lead of my little group - she just wiped out her entire journal as a symbol of fresh beginning. Maybe it's something I've needed to do as well, to let go of who and what I was (instead of just saying it)and truly live as the new creation I'm supposed to be.
“Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord rises upon you.
See,darkness covers the earth and thick darkness is over the peoples, but the Lord rises upon you and his glory appears over you. Nations will come to your light, and kings to the brightness of your dawn. - Isaiah 60:1-3
Yet, reality proves otherwise. There's something in us that seeks to hold on, whether the moment brought a smile to our lips or tears to our eyes. Why? Simply because the road we travelled made us who we are today; and letting go of the past is in a way a denial of who we have become.
But is there something really wrong with surrendering ourselves? Not when there is a greater cause, and not when you know that there is someone who sees more clearly the path ahead. That someone may not avoid every pothole on the road, but at least I my destination is assured.
Taking a small step back, I realise this inspiration came from the co-lead of my little group - she just wiped out her entire journal as a symbol of fresh beginning. Maybe it's something I've needed to do as well, to let go of who and what I was (instead of just saying it)and truly live as the new creation I'm supposed to be.
“Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord rises upon you.
See,darkness covers the earth and thick darkness is over the peoples, but the Lord rises upon you and his glory appears over you. Nations will come to your light, and kings to the brightness of your dawn. - Isaiah 60:1-3
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