You Would Have Thought By Now…

1.  something thats ecures or controls entrance to a place
1.  chief; major; important; essential; fundamental; pivotal
1.  to provide with a key
Did anyone ever ask you “what did you learn today?”  If you were like me, it happened when I was younger.  At that time it was just something I did with my parents. Part of our routine.  It didn’t seem significant. And often times, the exchange ended in their dissatisfaction of my answer so it just sucked more.
Over the years we all learn.  On some things faster and other things slower and probably something everyday.  But how often do we miss the real learning opportunities?
We pile up our learning by taking exams.  Thinking that if we just pass enough to get through to the next phase of our lives, we are learned (lur-nid).  When in fact we fail to SEE what our presence here is trying to teach us through life’s true tests.  How does this happen?  How do we lose sight of the meaning in each day?
The manner in which we approach tests, who we become as a result, and how we choose to continue the journey after, proves fateful.
If we were to step back and take a deeper participation, wouldn’t we be happier?  If we logged the human lesson each day and added it to the next, couldn’t it lead to contentment?  Cheezy?  Possibly.
But, could I have finally grasped the key to emancipation?
You would have thought by now,  I’d have learned something.
There’s too many things that I haven’t done yet
There’s too many sunsets I haven’t seen
You can’t waste the day wishing it’d slow down
You would’ve thought by now
I’d have learned something
I made up my mind when I was a young girl
I’ve been given this one world
I won’t worry it away, no
Now and again I lose sight of the good life
I get stuck in a low light
But then love comes in
How far do I have to go to get to you
Many the miles
Many the miles
How far do I have to go to get to you
Many the miles
But send me the miles and I’ll be happy to follow you, love
I do what I can wherever I end up
To keep giving my good love
And spreading it around
‘Cause I’ve had my fair share of take care and goodbyes
I’ve learned how to cry
And I’m better for that
Sing, how

It Comes From A Place Inside

1.  to utter words or sounds in succession with musical modulations of the voice; vocalize melodically
2.  to perform a song  or voice composition 
3.  to produce melodious sounds, usually high in pitch, as some birds,insects,etc.    

4.  to chant or intone 
5.  to give out a continuous ringing, whistling, murmuring, burbling, or other euphonious sound

6.  to tell about or praise someone or something in verse or song  
7.  to proclaim enthusiastically

8.  to compose poetry  (~noun)
Can you imagine being able to create “art of rhythmical composition,(written,  spoken,” lived or sung)?   Created “for exciting pleasure by beautiful, imaginative, or elevated thoughts.”
Some of you no doubt can do this and I’m sure many others of you wanted to be able to, so you can understand my day dreaming about this ever since I was a little baby super hero.
Imagining how amazing it would be to command the attention, minds, and hearts of people as they listened.  Whether by eyes or ears, they listened to me.  Mesmerized by what it was I had to say.  I envied being a star that could shine this bright.
I didn’t realize then, what I actually envied, was being able to create something…anything.  Anything, which was natural to what I saw in myself, and KNEW I wanted to be.  These aspirations were born from within me.
But what I called home was quite foreign to others.  I could SEE I was slowly becoming misunderstood through others deficiency in knowing me.  This lack of understanding fosters fear.  Fear not only in yourself but those around you.
The uncertainty of a brightness pushes people to drastic corners.  There are those who act out with an unyielding & violent force, demanding for things to remain the same.  So the light freezes and succumbs to a space of loneliness.
 On an isolated planet like this, there are (ironically), deep moments of solace.  You learn how to soothe yourself…even if it’s through someone else. Her voice became a conduit through which I could connect.
I often thought, “how do these words say exactly what I am feeling?”, “how can she express the emotion so I feel it?”  Well, it’s for the same reason I laugh, draw, cook, take photos, cry, paint, smile, and write.
Because it comes from a place inside.
The place of KNOWING…where you begin to write your own lyrics…and sing.