Here's something different. I could blog about adventures, faith and life lessons all day long, and I'd likely never run out of anything to talk about, but let’s go somewhere else for a bit. I have 100 days of blogs to cover, so I figure I have some leeway with different things to chat about.
I love music. It's one of my favorite things on earth. It usually doesn't matter what kind it is, I just love music. I enjoy country, rap, rock, alt, folk, electronic, and all the above. Without music, life would be quiet and quiet isn't always good. Life needs some background music, whether you're driving down the street or watching a movie, it wouldn't be the same without music. Here's to music, and here's to one song that I currently can’t stop listening to.
The song is 'Stressed Out,' and the artist is Twenty One Pilots. Honestly, I feel like it describes a lot of my life right now, as I transition from school to the real world. If you'd like, listen above, and read below:
I wish I found some better sounds no one's ever heard,
I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words,
I wish I found some chords in an order that is new,
I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang,
I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink,
But now I'm insecure and I care what people think.
My name's 'Blurryface' and I care what you think.
My name's 'Blurryface' and I care what you think.
Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.
Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.
We're stressed out.
Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young,
How come I'm never able to identify where it's coming from,
I'd make a candle out of it if I ever found it,
Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I'd probably only sell one,
It'd be to my brother, 'cause we have the same nose,
Same clothes homegrown a stone's throw from a creek we used to roam,
But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered,
Out of student loans and treehouse homes we all would take the latter.
My name's 'Blurryface' and I care what you think.
My name's 'Blurryface' and I care what you think.
Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.
Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.
We used to play pretend, give each other different names,
We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away,
Used to dream of outer space but now they're laughing at our face,
Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money."
Yo.
We used to play pretend, give each other different names,
We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away,
Used to dream of outer space but now they're laughing at our face,
Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money."
Yo.
Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.
Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.
Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, bunny
We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money
Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, bunny
We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money
We used to play pretend, give each other different names,
We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away,
Used to dream of outer space but now they're laughing at our face,
Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money."
Yo.
I relate to this song a lot. I relate to the struggles of writing and originality, and I definitely relate to the idea of caring more about what people think of me now, rather than when I was younger. The nostalgic thoughts and pressures to grow up and provide for not only myself, but my future family also haunt my mind quite often, as well. The way I can relate to this song reminds me that I'm not alone in these thoughts, which in a way, is a form of encouragement. Growing up is scary, and it's easy to "wish to turn back time to the good, old days," but it's an unavoidable part of life that definitely has its perks.
I'm glad I don't have to grow up alone, and I'm glad there are hundreds of thousands of other twenty-something-year-olds experiencing the same types of thoughts and feelings.
Don't stress out, friends. You're not alone.
-Cliff
Cliff's Note: Growing up is a part of life, but that doesn't mean you have to stop dreaming.
