Switchfoot - Meant to Live... And Me

I generally don't analyse the songs that I listen. I like to get into the moment, feel it and live it. Music for me has always been like a best friend. I can turn to it (or should I say her) whenever I am happy, whenever I am down and lonely, whenever I need a break. It has been there whenever I wanted it to be. Music is everywhere, in the chirping of birds to the roar of the crane, in the silent whisper to the explosion of the cracker. I was made to listen to this song by an ex-room mate and old friend, who is a great musician himself. And the first words that I captured were "We were meant to live for so much more. Have we lost ourselves?" besides the initial guitar strumming. To be frank, I really don't understand the guitar. I am awed by the talent that guitarists nurture through dedication, passion and practice that make it so soothing to the ears and the heart. We had a 2.1 speaker system in our room and the sound it created was marvellous. And this song,though not heavy like the others my room mate used to suggest me, was great to hear at full volume. Since that day, this song has retained its place in my playlist among many others. 

Whenever I turn on to this song and close my eyes, I try to reflect back on my life. I try to relate it to the things I've done and begin to imagine have I lost myself too. Am I meant for something more? I really don't know. I read somewhere that most people know where they are not good at, but really don't know where they are good at. There are of course exceptions to this statement as there are to each and every statement in this world. I know very well where I suck, and I make it my personal responsibility to not poke my head into those things, because in the end, I will only end up wasting my time. When there are a million other ways of wasting time effortlessly, why should I devote my energy to waste time. But the other end is grim too. I have no proper idea of what I am good at, where my strengths can benefit me the most. Sometimes I wonder what is it really that I am craving for, but that argument is soon forgotten when I remember the smiles that this journey has offered me. There had been moments when I had "fumbled due to lack of confidence" and my flight attempt failed due to that. There have been days, people who had broken me down, pushed me down to my limits when all I wanted was to scream. And all I wished for was one more try. Were they inhibiting my journey forward, I wondered. As the rhythm of the guitar and the drum beats continue to fill my ears, I look at the open field in front of me. A bunch of school going kids were running about. I notice the smile on their faces, their innocence, their dream of flight and above all, I see hope. I may be lost, but the track is still there.