A PASSION TO SING
I hope to write a song one day. I’ve always loved to sing. And before I started writing down poems and stories, and taking photographs, I was singing around the house. Whenever I was singing, I always felt protected, free and bold.
Something that I felt when I was singing to myself felt so pure and fresh. And I’m not boasting to myself, but those sounds that I heard take me back to some of the few times I was ever, really, truly happy. I never really got to use my passion for the stage, let alone for an audience and yet I was convinced that I never needed an audience, that I could simply be happy if I spent the rest of my life singing to myself. Such were my thoughts, and even still, I can’t deny that a part of me longs for this fantasy to be brought to life. It is like a sound can paint a universe. I thank God that He gave me this passion to love singing, and one day, I pray that I use my gifts for the right reasons.
Truly the God-given gift I received helped me to understand life through a beautiful, unique lens. And I still find that time in my life when a song brought me so much joy I couldn’t contain it, one of the reasons that I still believe that there is some hope to hold onto in this world. I know what it feels like to sink, and to feel like you’ll never rise again. God gave me a passion for music, for singing, I probably will never understand it fully but if I didn’t believe that there wasn’t any beauty left in the world, I don’t even know if I’d be here anymore. I know for sure, I so very much cherish this gift.