In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Have You Never Been Mellow?.”
After a week of leaving and going back to my comfort zone, finally it has arrived – weekend. But surely it’s not what makes me mellow, there are five days and 24 hours in it and in every second, my life could be ruined by some unexpected ugly turns of events.
So how do I get myself back in a state of being mellow? Music. Indeed it never failed me every single time. I just have to put my earphones on and press the play button. And what’s playing is my ever adaptable playlist.
I have three playlist I never deleted since I made them. Although once in a while, I edit them. I insert new songs or remove some that has since past my taste.
But of all three of them, my favorite is this Before Sleep Playlist, which gives me the effect of reading some bednight stories I read to my 3 yr old nephew, (Goodnight Moon, my favorite.) These are the songs closest to me:
Starting with U2’s I’ll Go Crazy If I Don’t Go Crazy Tonight , followed by the following
Shawn Mullins Lullaby;
Dashboard Confessional’s Belle of the Boulevard;
Greyson Chance’s Sunshine and City Lights;
Owls City’s Fireflies;
Demi Lovato’s Live Performance of My Love’s Like a Star;
Lily Allen’s Somewhere Only We Know;
Maroon 5’s Lost Star;
The Postal Service’s The District Sleeps Alone Tonight;
Owl City’s Vanilla Twilight;
Of Monsters and Men’s Slow and Steady;
Jaymee Dee’s Till I Fall Asleep;
Birdy’s Farewell and Goodnight;
P.S. I listen to them any time I want…whether at the start or the middle of the day…
So I want to hear what’s your mellow playlist, maybe I could add some new songs to mine…
A Psalm of Life
What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
In the world’s broad field of battle,
Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Lives of great men all remind us
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Let us, then, be up and doing,
It’s not because that I’ve noticed a lot liked my poems, and also not because I just finished John Green’s Paper Towns which talks about H.W. Longfellow’s poem, or probably it could be. But honestly, I have been longing for a long time to tell the world how I feel about this poem. Probably I wanted to talk with somebody over this poem. This century old poem that still tells true about our society, about how we live.
First, let us define a poem. As defined by the Merriam-Webster, a poem is “a piece of writing that usually has figurative language and that is written in separate lines that often have a repeated rhythm and sometimes rhyme.” Obviously we could have define a poem without searching for its meaning. We can even distinguish a poem instantly, because of its form. For one thing about appreciating things is appreciating its form.
But today is not the day we’re going to talk about the form of poems, for I loved this poem because of its content. Life. That is the basic content of H.W. Longfellow’s poem. And when somebody talks about life, it goes deep, but this one didn’t. Obviously he has the idea of what real living is. It should be as simple as his poem.
Of course there are complexities, but as his subject, life is in the first place a complex thing to discuss.In this poem he talked about living life in the present moment, and about taking things not for granted. He is telling us how to make each day count and be a hero of ourselves. At some point I even feel like he is telling us to be ourselves, as humans tend to live by the standards of its society.
But then he is also somehow telling us how we learn from other’s people’s life, and that we also are affecting someone’s life. We are not living for ourselves alone. So by living life how we always wanted it, we are told that we should think of our actions too because we aren’t alone.
Another thing I liked about this poem is how he talked about after life. Certainly not everyone believes it, but he talked as if it really exist. As if he knows what is really behind that horizon defining our existence here. Somehow by talking about that, he gives hope to those who hope and also tho those who aren’t really hoping.
Also, the way he talked about the end of life is that it ends. Just like that, and probably its one of the element in making his poem more effective. I could have talked a thousand things about this poem. To how I encountered it, which I can’t even remember. To how many times I read it, probably a thousand times now. But then its really something to talk about by not just me, so what do you think?