One step at a time.
Ever since I was a little kid, I loved to sing. I sang in front of my family, relatives, and strangers without a second thought. In elementary school, I joined the choir. Singing has always remained one of those hobbies I never got tired of.
After a long day, the one thing I love to do to de-stress is listen to music and sing along. It has become such an effortless way to relax.
I sing when I walk to the bus stop. I try to hum along when I brush my teeth. As cliche as it sounds, I love singing in the shower. Sometimes I’ll dance along, too.
One of my favorite shows was American Idol. I stopped watching when Simon Cowell left, but it was such an emotional moment to watch the very last finale this year, as the show came to an end.
There’s something about singing and listening to music that doesn’t become tiring, even if I’ve heard the song a million times. Music can trigger as well as form so many memories. It can be soothing, and it can be stimulating.
I’ve wondered if I could someday write a song. Why not start today? Here goes.
Holding hands close.
Schooldays passing by,
staring into his eyes.
Wide smiles, white lies.
If only I had the courage to say
I could spend my every day
with you, there’s no other way
Where would we be today?
But things changed.
You moved out of the golden state
without a kiss of goodbye.
The song still pierces my heart,
but I still sing the part,
the part that brings me back to you,
you and your delicate smile.
I sing this song for you.