If you feel
alright
Let yourself
dance
Don't sit
out tonight
If you feel
alright
Get off your
phone
Take it in
tonight
If you see
the light
Don't turn
away
It's reality
"Sooth Lady Wine"- Matt Corby
I can't sing to save my damn life. God put me in the strictly-listen-only lane cos he knew I'd be mimika as hell if I could. Sigh, a girl can
But I love to listen to music! My poor housemates usually receive a rude awakening on Saturday mornings or when I'm cleaning cos I can't help but have my music turned all the way up on max volume.
A few months ago I got to to see Emily King live. I positioned myself right in front of the stage so she could see me sing every lyric to her songs, that's how much I love her music. Miss Emily King saw my enthusiasm and must have assumed that my offkey voice could sing cos she put the mic right in front of my face, inviting me to sing along #IWasntReaaaaady
My eyes widened and I squealed "I CAN'T SING!" hand-on-heart-no-word-of-a-lie this happened. Unfazed we laughed and she high-fived my non-singing ass as the show carried on. I continued to sing, sway, dance, cry and I practically fangirled the whole damn set. My heart swelled with emotion at the strum of the opening chords and stayed at that capacity long after the sound of applause from her final song ended. It was transcendent in every sense of the word.
It was one of the few live shows I've been to where people didn't have their eyes involved in a tennis match between their phone's and the act. To be in a crowd where it felt like we were all there just to be in a moment.
When going out with friends one of my pet peeves is when we're all having a good time getting carried away with the dancing fairies and then along comes the I-don't-wanna-dance-but-I'm-FOMO-holding-up-the-walls-the-entire-time ass friend with their phone snapchat ready to record the fun that they haven't been having but clearly want to pretend they are for social media.
BRUH
I get squirmishly awkward and instinctively turn my back on the camera. Getting caught up behind a lense can categorise us as an observer and not necessarily a participant. Fabricated scenes and orchestrated filters to showcase a highlight reel can rob us from the pleasure of being in a moment cos we're too focused on what we want other people to see.
I get squirmishly awkward and instinctively turn my back on the camera. Getting caught up behind a lense can categorise us as an observer and not necessarily a participant. Fabricated scenes and orchestrated filters to showcase a highlight reel can rob us from the pleasure of being in a moment cos we're too focused on what we want other people to see.
We lose parts of ourselves amongst the white noise of seeking popular opinion. We tie pieces of our self worth to likeability and conformity instead of digging our toes into the gritty sands of authenticity and feeling the grains of the present. When no-one is there to notice or applaud you, what will you do then?
Put down the phone. Turn off the constant need for views, likes or retweets and lose your damn inhibition!
Whether you're jumping around in a mosh pit, being swept away with the dancing fairies or a heartbroken while seated at a funeral of a loved one. Try to resist the urge to become an observer by pressing record, let the full range of emotion that comes with the moment envelop you. For a few seconds close your eyes, take a deep breath and repeat the mantra "Be here; be present."
Try it. It works for me.
Happy Days
Sila
Whether you're jumping around in a mosh pit, being swept away with the dancing fairies or a heartbroken while seated at a funeral of a loved one. Try to resist the urge to become an observer by pressing record, let the full range of emotion that comes with the moment envelop you. For a few seconds close your eyes, take a deep breath and repeat the mantra "Be here; be present."
Try it. It works for me.
Happy Days
Sila
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