old musings.

i miss the old songs that grew up with me.

their cheesy simple lyrics and voices that aren't autotuned.

walks home from school humming along to them

was life at it's simplest yet most fulfilling.

those are the songs that i will remember even 20 years from now

no matter where i am or what i'm doing, i know i'll still be able to sing those tunes.

perhaps there is comfort in once having such a childhood,

where worries were nominal and joy abundant

or rather, the ability to block out negativity and be happy was abundant.

as we grow up, things change a lot more.

we no longer see ourselves the same way we did before 

and the world which we once looked at through rose-tinted glasses loses that magical little spark.

growing up is a lot like discovering that the belief we had as kids,

of "all things having a happy ending" is really just a nice white lie.

though we've never given up on that thought in our hearts,

sometimes we just have to face up to the reality of it all.

in such times, old songs bring comfort.
they don't solve the problems that you face,

but like a security blanket, they provide you with the warmth to recharge and go again

as well as the comfort of knowing that even though we're all grown up, and this world is different from the one we imagined, good endings still do exist.

as the days become numbered, and fears become more vivid

weariness unknowingly becomes a habit.

dreams now are more often nightmares of the darkest things kept in the heart.

it seems like a futile struggle, but i must never give up though.

have a little more faith, stand a little taller and tell yourself to be stronger.

when all else fails, i turn to the old songs.

sometimes some friends are like those old songs

you can always count on them to give you that spark of hope and encouragement again

songs like that are classics and even with time and tide, they'll never be forgotten.