I recently listened to a song that I hadn’t heard in several months. I listened to this song many many many times in the past, trudging through high school and college.
And this time, I heard one line that resonated with me.
“Either face the music, or get away from me stupid.”
Beautiful beautiful words.
Such eloquence.
As ever, Atmosphere, my favorite artist next to Eminem.
Yes, I have more than one favorite ha!
I digress.
“Either face the music, or get away from me stupid.”
Couldn’t have said it better.
I don’t mean this in a belligerent way.
This is me agreeing with what’s said by another human being doing life.
For a while, I’ve been paralyzed by my writing.
It’s such a conduit of soul, a release for me, that I didn’t want to put anything out there that people didn’t vibe with.
I didn’t want to be vulnerable with the deepest, truest things of myself.
Mostly things about me getting real with myself.
Mostly things about me uncovering, discovering, recovering.
Mostly all of me.
These past years have been some of my most enlightening, freeing, humbling, perfecting years of my life.
I know, I make it seem like I’m a million years old.
But it’s true.
These past years have been my most enlightening, freeing, humbling, perfecting years of my life because I got over this whole “supposed to be” thing.
I agreed with being led to what’s true. For me.
I agreed to face the music.
Sometimes, a lot of times, it led me into my fears and doubts.
It also led me into abandoned dreams, unborn desires.
It led me to my deepest sense of hopelessness, through my yearning, and into the place within that emanates truth. For me.
And during that time, I got comfortable with getting real.
It became second nature.
Then it became my nature.
Or just nature.
And I learned to accept, embrace, and appreciate all that is – all that Actually is.
The music I faced, what I once feared would twang and fade away lamely with disappointment, worthlessness, confusion, uselessness, transformed into something grand, majestic, symphonic, inspired, explosive, full of peace.
And now, I cannot not face the music.
I cannot not seek truth, know truth, become it. It’s too good.
That is a space and place of zero bullshit.
Zero nonsense.
Zero anything and anyone that don’t truly matter.
Once I stood in my music, I knew what didn’t flow.
Once I stood in my music, I knew what cacophony was.
And I could no longer tolerate it.
No matter how much it shined, how much it promised me happiness, how much it beckoned.
“Either face the music, or get away from me stupid.”
You either get real with yourself, or you lose yourself.
There’s no in-between.
Okay, maybe there is.
But it’s not a happy place.
No flow, no rest, no freedom.
Face the music.
Eat it.
Drink it.
Soak in it.
Surrender to it.
It will save you, heal you, explode you.
In a good way.
Always in a good way.
I wanna know what you think