Free My Soul

Smile, though your heart is aching
Smile, even though it’s breaking
When there are clouds in the sky
you’ll get by
If you smile through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You’ll see the sun come shining through
for you

Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness Although a tear may be ever so near
That’s the time you must keep on trying
Smile what’s the use of crying
You’ll find that life is still worthwhile
If you’ll just
Smile

(Source: drunkshiplantern, via fluxwaves)

I tend to think a lot, but say very little of what’s on my mind, so it’s convenient to be able to write things down.

It’s kind of an odd feeling when you realize two people you know are together. Not a bad kind of odd. Rather, it’s almost relieving knowing that they found one another. And perhaps it would be lasting this time. You can’t help but think about it and smile a little bit. However, living vicariously only goes so far. At some point, you get a little worried about yourself.

I have made quite a few pharmacy friends this year and I am truly thankful to have met them. It’s not that I intended only to befriend pharmacy majors, it just happened to work out that way. However, most of them are going into their fifth year. I don’t mind the age difference. In fact, I’m almost attracted to older people. No, not sexually, well depending, but generally no. Maturity is an obvious attribute but more importantly, they think LOGICALLY.
Perhaps I’m just an isolated case, but a lot of the people in my year, friends included, are incapable of thinking logically and it drives me absolutely, batshit-insane. I have come to accept that you can’t expect Intellegence from everyone, but come now, everyone has logic or rather the capability to think logically. It’s especially annoying when people over-complicate their problems and then choose to ignore them. You’re not an ostrich. Problems don’t disappear if you stop thinking about them. Fix your problem, make peace and then move on.

Music is so mystifying. It conveys meanings that words cannot. As someone who’s terrible at verbally expressing himself, music offers a method of expression. Everyone has their medium; piano would be mine.

It is a very one sided way of expression when you really think about it. You pour your heart out on the piano and your audience cannot really reply back genuinely. Not that you care whether people understand, nor do you expect them to understand. After all, it is your art.
It’s a very solitary experience and perhaps that’s why I love it. Knowing that for just a couple minutes, you can forget everything around you and open up without fear. However, that does have its disadvantages. I remember people at Juilliard always complaining about how they are trapped in their little world. It’s a very lonely feeling knowing that, not that I’m trying to be elitist in anyway, people cannot understand your art at your level. As music is my medium of communication, it is the equivalent of talking to a child most of the time. You try to create a story with your music and most people can only reply back with “it sounded nice”

Perhaps that why my teacher joked that musicians can only fall in love with art majors. Sucks to be in engineering…

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I been so long since i saw actual theater and musical performances that I almost forgot how amazingly thought provoking and inspiring they are. I really do miss being immersed in an environment of the arts.

…TO NYC 

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i don’t understand…but ok.

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I don’t see you as often as i’d like, but when i do, you are the highlight of my day.

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