Fresh Perspective

I laid on my back in the middle of the living room floor the other day. I needed a fresh perspective; not on my living room so much as my life. As time would have it, I will be turning 25 next month. In about three weeks from now I will have been alive for a quarter of a century.

If you had asked me five years ago where I thought I’d be in five years from that point, I would have confidently answered that I would have my BA in English, be married and starting a family. Ah, the foolish confidence of young dreams. Where did I go wrong? How is it that I now find myself back at the beginning? These are the questions haunt me to the depths of my being. I must admit, things do look different when you view them from the floor. I’ve never stared at the ceiling for so long a time. That’s about all I gained from it though; just a new found appreciation for my ceiling.

Consequently, I have discovered that classical music is one of very few things that can actual calm my mind and still the seemingly constant chaotic rush of thought inside my brain. I close my eyes and for a moment things make sense, I make sense.