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Time Depravity

laloDepravity is acting in a way that is morally evil or wrong. In life are we ever afforded the chance to relive expired seconds? Is it possible to reach back and re-live? The answer is no. I would venture to say that time is the most valuable commodity afforded to humanity. Do we live in time, or do we simply seek to exist in time, fanatically managing time to best fit the next task or fire that flairs up in front of us. Do we know what it is to live outside of simply existing? Living implies that we seize time and we enjoy where we are. Distraction is a concept formed in hell to keep the living in a state of limbo between life and death, for if we are not living and we are not dead where are we? It leaves us with that next fire to put out and that next project to accomplish, that next career opportunity to chase, and that next goal to seek out. Is that not the very definition of depravity? Are we not taking one of the greatest gifts of humanity, the chance to live, and defiling it to make it evil. We make time an enemy. We say, “How long do I have to be here?” and “Why can’t I be doing something else?” as if where we are isn’t good enough for us. We invent ways to distract ourselves further than constantly being busy we go to such a level that even while we are busy we are never truly in one place living to our fullest potential. We are busy living another life in a world that doesn’t exist as if the one we are given isn’t good enough. Driving too and from, wasting time, not contentedly observing the wonders of living, but ignoring and belittling our chance at glorifying the one who made us. Value time, value life, and live in the moment. Say no to distraction, so no to discontentment. Strive not to just make it, but to enjoy the journey. The illusion of the destination speaks of our misunderstanding of the journey.

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Music Perspective

Lights
Of a different space
Come fill this place
The soft peals of a distant song
Echoes of a journey an invitation to come along
Dusty Lights fill the stage
One girl stands alone, to share a page

A page
Not just a melodic words to appealing sounds
But a testimony to an unfolding story resounds
Out of those notes the rhythm that song
Come the echoes of a journey an invitation to come along
One girl, one attempt, simply to share a page
One courageous action, to share center stage

A song
More than the allotment of time for a series of notes
It’s the heart of the girl, her dreams her hopes
You dare to criticize the way she shares their soul
You dare to constrict an expression that could make you whole
Life is not based on your basis of reality
Accept the fact that through your lack of understanding can grow a principality

Courage
Under the burden of your words, spoken or not
That woman shares her heart despite being distraught
That one up there on the stage
She knows that growth comes from change
True courage is staying true to what you believe and who you are
Despite the growing war to control the peals of a guitar

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Autumn Lights

I have a high value for creativity, and I have recently developed a love of art. I am not only interested in the famous paintings of renaissance artists but I am particularly keen on the work of amazing captivators. Thats ultimately what art is, the pursuit of expressing a thought idea or image in a way that expresses beauty and draws in and captivates the common observer. Art isn’t just the ability to apply a medium to a piece of paper or a canvas in a certain style it is the ability to, produce, express, or portray a realm, according to aesthetic principles, of what is beautiful, appealing, or of more than ordinary significance. Art is the science of significance. It is the ability to recognize and display or draw attention to significance. Art is made infinitely more meaningful if the artist is revealing a believe an ideal or a fascinating spectacle. This art piece really captured my imagination because it makes me feel as if I am sitting on a bench right after a thunderstorm at night with a cool breeze observing the lights. Lights are something we take for granted often their beauty is mistaken for functionality. There is something profoundly beautiful and captivating about the ingenuity of man to make light, and taking time to observe the little things is something I truly value.

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