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That's how it goes, I guess.

My friend wrote some music. Lyrics for songs he wanted to play with his band. He seemed pretty excited when he showed them to me. I got excited. I remember the first real song I wrote.

Spencer sent me the chords over instant messenger. Dm, Dm7, G, Gm. I can't forget that progression. I played them on my guitar. I remember it clearly. My desk was in the corner near the door. I strummed on my old guitar. It felt so awkward. I tried to think of words. Nothing came to mind. I got frustrated and stopped. A few hours later I sat down and just wrote. Write what you know, they always say. So I tried. I was excited to have a song. We recorded ourselves playing various tracks and plastered it all together in a mashed up song. A mashed up, finished song. I still get embarrassed when I hear it in my head. It was my first song. A shot in the dark. It was cliche, but it was mine. My accomplishment. I was proud, for a while. And so was he. I liked what he had written.

But the world tends to be a terrible place.

He posted his songs up but removed them almost as quickly. People hate to see each other succeed. They hate seeing other people get things done. Seeing them work hard. Seeing them get results. We've been bred to be bitter. And cynical. And jealous. We hate each other because we're jealous that someone else is going to do something better than us. And we're afraid to try. The person that steps up gets shot down for trying. It's a terrible world that we live in. A terrible world full of terrible, nasty people that will never get along.

Happy Earth day, I guess.

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Ashley said…
I'd like to hear them.

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