Melodies;

If there is one miraculous prospect in this world, it is music- synchronized beats and rhythms that have the power to mold a moment and harness a certain form of happiness that cannot be quenched otherwise. Music is everywhere.
Chuck Klosterman said it best: "Without a soundtrack, human interaction is meaningless." And while completely 'meaningless' may be a bit hyperbolic, there is some definite truth tangled in his words of wisdom. Every captured feeling or sentiment can be emphasized and empathized with song. Songs can enhance any moment in life, and I have fallen witness to this exhilarating experience time and time again. Perhaps my background in the wonderful world of choir has something to do with my intense connection to music, but I have found that you do not have to be able to sing the chromatic scale in order to enjoy a song for everything it embodies. Whether it is the moving lyrics, the guitar chords, or the bass line, a song encompasses multiple areas for an awakening, and each seemingly miniscule aspect of that song has the ultimate power to transform the previously unfathomable into an indescribable explanation of understanding.
There is absolutely nothing in this world like listening to harmonies resonate in the air, or driving beneath an incredibly starry sky with the windows down while your favorite song by your favorite artist escapes the radio. Music has the beautiful ability to articulate any given feeling, and those that write the music are subject to an intense and passionate connection to the words trailing from their mouths in sync with the guitars in the background. There is a desire and drive behind great music just as there is a desire and a drive behind those that fall in love with it and can truly appreciate everything music entails. There are songs of love and lust and hate and pain and firsts and lasts and hopes and failures; there are songs for the young and the old and the in-between; there are songs that induce tears or smiles, and there are songs that can color the world.

Memories;

My mind is home to thousands of sporadic and sensational memories that flood my heart with various emotions. I can remember specific instances extremely intricately and with meticulous detail, yet there remains constant hesitation and uncertainty that these memories are of precedents in my life that ever occurred; and instead, I feel as though they might be false in their entirety. Perhaps my mind simply compiled a range of images derived from sources such as movies, books or songs in order to formulate some childhood memories in my temporal cortex. Perhaps my recollection of years past is completely and inordinately unjust. These thoughts haunt my existence. I have to believe in these memories because they are all that I have. I accept them because I have nothing else to base myself on. They make up my being just as much as the way I present myself now. In theory, they are how I came to be this way. And if these memories I hold to be true are in fact misleading in any way, my current presence in this world has been tainted. In essence, I could be a very minimal aspect of who I was intended to be from the beginning. Perhaps memories are overrated, and we are supposed to make the most of the present in order to create an ideal future. But that must be incorrect because the present eventually transforms into the past, and the future will inevitably become the present.
I think I will just stick to what my heart can handle.