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Hey, so I'm Hector and I'm here, mostly to vent. Sometimes, there are just things I have to get off my chest and the best outlet for me is just to write it out.
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So, as I sit here, procrastinating, I’ve come upon a new personal policy that I want to put into effect.
At the moment, I’m sitting at the desktop, listening to Pandora.com. A while ago, I made a station called “Omega Radio.” Omega is a big Dominican musician. Following my trip to the Dominican Republic (DR), I created this station in hopes of keeping in tune with Dominican (and just Latin music in general).
Pandora has its own policy by which they will not play more than three songs by the same artist in the same hour. This, I suppose, is a way to keep the major artists from dominating over the lesser ones. It’s an equal opportunity for all, I suppose.
While I’ve been sitting here, there’ve been a number of songs that are charged with memories of way back when. My life is marked by distinct eras of mode, behavior, attitude, setting, and just mood in general. Each of these periods are mentally linked to a genre of music.
This Latin music brought back memories of all kinds. Memories of when I was little and there were the large family barbecues and seeing all my relatives having fun. Memories of being in elementary school, going to the after-school program every day, playing, drawing. Memories of Mexico, place where I lived in relative liberty; liberty of not worrying about being shot, liberty from constant adult supervision; liberty to go out. Memories of living San Pablo, being in middle school and having plenty of free time. Memories of living in El Sobrante, having the huge house and the comfort of living close to school. Memories of living in Richmond, being able to go out every night and run in the park across the school, having my own room.
In order, I listened to Latin music, Rap/Hip-hop, Duranguense, Reggaeton, Rap, and finally Rock. That’s how music characterizes me. Regardless, those are just the vehicle in retrieving those memories. All I can do now, thinking back, is smile.
I smile now because throughout each of those, my first memories are happy ones. fun memories. Sure, if I think hard enough (or not even that hard), I can remember those moments where all I could think was “FML.” Generally speaking, though, those were fun times. I haven’t had the best life, but I’ve been fairly happy.
What I’m getting at is this:
Though at the moment, it may seem bad, life is good overall. Don’t get caught up in the stresses. Those are transitory. They will soon pass. Focus more on the positive. That’s mostly what you’ll end up remembering, after all.
My reasoning for this is simple. The mind doesn’t want to mope around. It’s the emotional highs that are better for the mind. When you’re happy, you’re more productive. The mind will protect you from any negatives, block them out. The mind is a wondrous thing.
I’m kinda rambling on, now. I’m afraid to re-read this. I don’t think it has any structure. It’s convoluted. It probably won’t make sense to many of you, assuming it’s actually read. I’m afraid that, through my OCD, if I find anything wrong with it, I’ll wanna correct it. I’m to lazy to organize it, though, so I’ll just not post it. But if I don’t post it, I’ll feel like I didn’t think about it enough. Feel free to criticize/comment anyway. Have a good morning. (:
