maybe its just because I feel so beat up that's why I fancy the word so much. Beat up by the music my heart feels, beat up by the scenery I learned to appreciate for almost always being sober, beat up by this beauty I can never seem to translate into words, words that have their own respective sounds, and implications. Beat up in a good way I guess, that is if you don't consider the dragging feeling as something negative.
But this feeling made me see the word in another light. Every pulse is a beat, a rhythm, eventually a music played by an instrument that I consider to be life itself.
The daily journeys, stories, people, voices, ideas, songs, worries, tasks, rewards, are the music (or noise if that is how one will hear it) that will always be playing for us, we just need to tune into life, and maybe into our hearts, or our mind, to appreciate what it is all about. One is not required to like it though, just plain listen, or hear what it has to say, hate it or love it does not really matter, there are too many of this for one to like or hate.
