Melodies.

The young girl's fingers danced across the black and white keys, releasing the sweetest and richest of harmonies into the stillness. And she smiled, because already she knew that this was what she was born to do. The realm of music was hers for the taking, and there was all the time in the world in which to explore it.


The young woman fingered the glossy keys almost reverently. It had been so long since she was a little girl; since her hands had flown joyfully up and down the keyboard. "For you... the silence, it was all for you," she whispered to someone who was present only in her heart as she gently teased a soft melody from the piano. It was her first sweet taste of music in a long time, and the silence would never reign again. She would never again be broken by anyone, man or boy. The music slowly reawakening inside her was worth so much more than that.

Because it ends.

Life is precious only because it ends. Think about it--it's true. If we lived forever, life would eventually become mundane and boring and worthless. But since life is so fleeting, so impermanent, we value it with everything we are. In a sense, it is everything we are.

There are very few things that truly last forever. Take love. It reputedly is undying--however, people spend much their lives in worry that the person they love will one day no longer return the same feelings. Thus, love is treasured. Take time, or family, or even roller coaster rides. These things would not matter as much if they never ended.

But they do end. These things will most assuredly end.

Value what you have now. You never know when it will be gone.

This is important to me, by the way.

I am a Christian. I want to bring God glory in everything that I do, in everything that I am. I fall short often, as I know far too well, because I am not perfect. As long as I'm here, I'll never be perfect. It's just a matter of waiting and trying until I get to heaven. :)

I want you, whoever you are, to know this--I am a Christian. God's in control of my life, so by extension he's in control of this blog (since it's a part of my life). I'm trying to post entries that point to him in some way or another, because I want my whole life to point to God. That doesn't mean that I'm going to start posting huge sermons on here every night. I simply want you to know where my focus is. I'll fail, I already know. But I'm going to try. That's really what matters.

Sparks.

Because sometimes, it's those nights spent reading conversations with that special person or special people that make you reach down and start pulling the real you back together. Especially if those conversations are all you have left of them now--the words, and the memories. Because those words, those memories, are the sparks that can light up your world, if only for the briefest of times.