Sometimes you find a song that, as soon as it starts playing, awakens something inside of you. 
It's a little bit strange, and extremely unexplainable. 
You can be feeling something something mildly, and then when you turn on the song, you feel that same thing but times one million stronger. Or it can change your mood almost completely around. 
The funny thing is, that same song will make another person feel absolutely nothing, while you're on the ride of your life!
And for me, the key component to a song is the soul that you can feel coming from the artist(s).  Even if the song is simple, I can always tell when an artist really means and feels something deeper than their lyrics. Or if they are using an instrument to paint their soul for you (a voice is an instrument too).
This song is what's on more than a few times a day this week. Turned up very loud. Some people dislike or even hate Owl City, because his lyrics are weird, his voice sounds auto-tuned, he's only popular with twelve-year old girls, blah blah blah, etc., etc. But I don't care, I've loved Adam Young for years and will continue to do so without shame. Not only do I admire his outward showing of his Christian beliefs, but something about his music speaks to me and I. love. it.
Today, listening to this song, I feel empowered, wanted, needed, and influential. It also makes me want to go run my heart out, but I already did that today and I don't think my knees would thank me if I did it again.

Think of the music you listen to, doesn't matter what it is, but do you love it? Like, really love it? If the answer is no, then why are you listening to it?

the little prince.

so there's this book called the little prince by antoine de saint exupéry that i've had for years but have only made it through the first three pages. several times. i haven't picked it up for a while, but a visit from a friend who mentioned it inspired me. approximately 112 pages in length, it changed my life in a small way.

i want to make it a goal to have something change my life at least once a day.

i wish that everyone could and would read it.

a shortened version of my favorite part. love.

when he meets the fox-

"i cannot play with you," the fox said. "i am not tamed."

"what does that mean- tame?"

"it is an act too often neglected," said the fox. "it means to establish ties."

"to establish ties?'

"just that," said the fox. "to me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. and i have no need of you. and you, on your part, have no need of me. to you, i am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. but if you tame me, then we shall need each other. to me, you will be unique in all the world. to you, i shall be unique in all the world..."

"if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. i shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. and then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? i do not eat bread. wheat is of no use to me. the wheat fields have nothing to say to me. and that is sad. but you have hair that is the color of gold. think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! the grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. and i shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat..."

"what must i do, to tame you?" asked the little prince.

"you must be very patient," replied the fox.

so the little prince tamed the fox. and then the hour of his departure drew near-

"ah," said the fox,"i shall cry."

"it is your own fault," said the little prince. "i never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you..."

"yes, that is so," said the fox.

"but now you are going to cry!" said the little prince.

"yes, that is so," said the fox.

"then it has done you no good at all!"

"it has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields." and then he added:

"go and look again at the roses. you will understand now that yours is unique in all the world. then come back and say goodbye to me, and i will make you a present of a secret."

"goodbye, " said the fox. "and now here is my secret, a very simple secret: it is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."

"it is the time you have [spent] for your rose that makes your rose so important."

a little dedication post. and stuff.

My Dearest Roommate,

Right now you are probably far away to the east. I just wanted you to know how much I love you. I feel like I've been slacking as a friend lately and for that I am sorry. It seems that I've found something great! And I thank my Father in Heaven for that. And you, Rel. You taught me that I could pray for what my heart truly desired. You taught me how to let someone come into my life and have to work because I want them with me always. I am so grateful for everything that you are and will become, because you have changed me for good.

You've taught me how to come to know myself. I feel things so deeply, and that always scared me and I didn't know what to do. So I stifled myself. But you've taught me (and I'm still in the process of learning) to understand and recognize what I'm feeling in a particular moment and to embrace it. I know how to talk to myself.

You are so beautiful! You get more beautiful every day in my eyes. Your very essence shines through everything you do. Right now your life seems to be revolving around the cello more than ever before. There is no other instrument that is so perfect for you! Like you are an instrument in the Lord's hands, the cello is helping you to work miracles. You have worked so hard for your whole life, and it is, and will continue to pay off. I know this because I've seen it in your struggles and triumphs. In your life. I've heard it in the many beautiful, tearful, ecstatic, thoughtful, questioning, words that you've said to me.

I know that you are going to do incredible things on this little trip that is but a tiny part of your magnificent life.

I could go on for pages, forever, about the things you've taught me. But I do not have time and space sufficient enough. But, know that everything is inscribed on my heart.

I love you so much!

someday it will come.

an unexpected train into the night. and then day.

finding what was not lost- but forgotten for but a small moment, that is a blink in the realm of eternity.

a blessing with unrealized words. until later years when growth beckons new understanding.

it will not come with a loud brass band. but a solo instrumentalist.

piercing the soul, softening the mind, cradling the heart.

what seems an impossible piece to play-

will slowly find it's way into the essence of your being. becoming more than the perfect performance.

in time it will become ageless. timeless. breathless.

not today, perhaps.
but someday- someday it will come.

and we must not lose hope.