Thursday, May 20, 2010

Singing

I often complain about the songs in choir. I say how I hate them and I don't want to sing them. But I find, that I only complain afterward or beforehand. When I am actually singing the song, it doesn't matter what song it is. If I'm singing it, I'm somewhere else. I'm a different person. Whether or not I sound good doesn't change anything. Through these 14 years of my life, there have been other houses I could go to to 'escape' my problems. But at these other places, I still have room in my mind to think about other things. When I sing, it doesn't matter where I am. When I sing, I can be a different person. I have no room in my mind to wander into the land of bad-things-that-have-happened while I'm singing.

1 comment:

  1. That is an amazing discovery...I wish I had something like that. Well, maybe I do. Love you!

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