Words are the Music of Life
C. S. Lewis once said, “You can’t get a cup of tea big enough, or a book long enough to suit me”. This quote could not fit my life more accurately. I grew up in a household with no television. In grade one this bothered me, as I did not get to watch “Franklin” or “Dora the Explorer” like all the other kids. In grade twelve I am not thanking my parents that I have no clue who the Kardashians are or what “Toddlers and Tiaras” are.
I have always been a creative person and writing and reading is the perfect solution to any situation. If I am sad, I will compose a song about it. If I am happy, I will read a great book. If I am heart broken, I will write a poem. When I was younger my mother’s way of grounding me was by not allowing me to read. It was torture, but it sure did the trick: I would clean my room up or fold my clothes faster than a hungry cheetah. Some people deal with their problems through drugs or alcohol; I deal with my problems through language.
Unquestionably, I turned to writing as a way to cope with my dad’s cancer. I did not want to say my worries out loud as my dad did not need to hear that. He only needed to hear positive words so my fears would be sprawled upon a page where none by my eyes would witness. These words were often poems, songs and sometime short stories. They were all about cancer, realizing how much people matter to you, and loving life because it could end any day.
A few years later, and I still read them just to remind me how lucky I am that my dad survived and how I need to constantly remember that we need to appreciate those in our lives. I don’t think I would have gotten through my dad’s cancer as well as I did without a proper outlet such as writing.
In addition, I wrote about my normal day life. It was grade eight when I started to write songs and short scenes. These songs would be about life, heartbreaks, drugs, anorexia, family, positivity and much more! I never knew when I was writing them that they would lead to the two act musical “Hard2Hide”.
In Grade 9, I began to write a musical that would hep educate those around me on the problems in our society such as alcoholism, child and drug abuse, eating disorders and grief. This was accomplished through song, dance, and scenes that in no way tip-toed lightly around such sensitive issues. Many people came out of the theatre crying, congratulating and thanking me or saying that I wrote their life story.
There is no doubt in my mind that a perfect day for me would consist of reading or writing in some way. It has a meaning so powerful to somebody so that, even if you don’t know the meaning, you enjoy the words because you know to somebody they mean everything. Writing and reading has helped me through hard times. It has been my distraction when I needed to escape life for a couple of hours.
It has also been the friend that I needed on a nice summer day when I simply wanted to enjoy nature and a good book. Half my knowledge has been received through reading. Books are what makes a person think, and question, and open their mind to possibilities that seem incredibly improbable. My thoughts have multiplied by the billions since I opened my first book and I absolutely love it! As John Green perfectly put: “My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations”