Music and our lives, no IS our lives

I was watching a movie today and it was all about a guy who lived his life remembering songs, their years of composition and stories behind them. The idea of the movie was so good as his life, work and even love of his life was all related to music, then he wrote a book called “music and our lives”

What do you do when you wake up in the morning? If I know you for a little bit, I would say that it starts with music wether while having coffee or breakfast or in the car or walking to your workplace/school/university/college or even running in the morning or just listening to it so you say can begin. I think that’s what most people do, but by time music became not only “music and our lives” it became our lives itself.

It’s my loyal friend, who is always there for me. The one who stands by my side when I am sad and makes me even happier when I am happy. It became even my escape when I find no place to run to. The one who helps me get through the day everyday. A part of my day and obviously my life.

Life has been not easy for all of us, it has it’s ups and downs all the time and we cannot stop it. It’s life. But we can find us a boat to pass us to the land in such a storm. Mine has always been music, writing and books. Whenever I listen to music I always travelled away from my real world. With all it’s types. Classic music drove me to peaceful world where my mind found peace like never before. Pop has made me energetic and keeping the game on. Acoustic has always made me find myself as if I am in a place where no one can find me just me and the sky. Each type has it’s own specific taste for me. Even memories, some songs remind me of happy songs or sad ones like pictures. But it differs from pictures as it gave me the feelings that I couldn’t get from pictures.

Therefore, who ever is your loyal friend or your escape don’t lose. As one day when you can find no one or no where to go to; remember you have yourself and your escape 😉

Always welcomed to the corner,

Menna Xx

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It’s not by the number

The number of people that get into your life can be so important to you that you forget that one day they might get out of it. In fact, you celebrate, chat and laugh as if you will never cry of this person. As if your laughs sound will ring in the sky forever.

Friendships, love stories, families and relatives. All of those are people who shape us, make us rougher with a thicker skin or make us lightheaded with a smiling heart and peaceful mind. Those same people can make your looks change, crash that smiling heart. It comes in waves. There’s nothing always the same or guaranteed.

However, what I can guarantee is that the more people get into your life, into your heart. The more it will get crushed, the thicker your skin will get and the more your looks will change. I wish people understand that the moment we welcome them to our lives, we are not just considering them people, they are a part of our story now. They have at least a role or two in each chapter of my life. Even when they are gone or left for better or worse they will always be remembered. They are simply parts of the big book of our life stories. We are all parts of each other’s life books.

Therefore, it’s just not by the number of people who are in your life. It’s just by the number of warm smiles, kind hearts around you. People who wish you the best. They appreciate you, unlike others who consider you piece of the puzzle, that if they lost it or ruined it, it won’t matter as you can be replaced with other pieces to complete their life.

We are way more valuable than that. You are way way more valuable that that. We deserve that kind of people who without them life really can’t keep going for them or for us. We are not disposable. We, humans, are much more weaker than glass we just look like titanium.

So, be careful who you allow to your life, and remember that it’s not by the number of people but what’s inside them.

Always welcomed the corner,

Menna Xx