Well I've spent the last few days glancing at the various responses to the sunday scribblings (all of them interesting and inspiring). They got me thinking on what/who was my first love and what they meant to me, and I decided to take it in a different direction from what I've seen. So here it goes.
I was introduced to my first love by my dad. He would have my first love over everyday from as far back as I can remember. When I first met this eventual love of mine I thought she was just kinda wierd, a little cool, and noisy. Little did I know how much solace, inspiration, comfort, entertainment, and power I would get out of my first love. I'm one of the lucky ones in that I still get to experience my first love all the time; just the two of us, with friends, with strangers.
I remember having my first love over for a visit when I was four or five. My parents didn't really approve of the way she dressed, talked about, or even how loud my first love could get. Which was wierd because dad always allowed them to be noisy in his room. I didnt' mind the rags she would trapse around in, or the wild hair he would sometimes show off. I just wanted to be in the room with my first love, because she would accept me as I was and would inspire me to better my self.
I remember walking to and from school everyday with my first love. He would talk with me about: love, politics, religion, fustration, work, freedom, anything, and everything. We spent many months on the subject of religion. We talked about what it meant to me, on what it looked like to him, how he practiced, how I didn't like the way I was taught to practice. The more I heard how my true love practiced his spirituality the more I wanted to practice in the same way. Today I experience god the same way my first love does: my way, the right way.
As I got older and bought my first car I immediately went to go see my first love put on her many performances. I would get all dressed up to go see her with my friends. I would drive (some weekends) hundreds of miles to see her. My friends and I always enjoyed seeing her, and were never disapointed with her performance. She had moved on from her rags to wearing well tailored clothes and she was even louder now than before. My dad couldn't complain about my first love because I would go see her at her house and she always liked it louder.
Now that I'm older I don't visit my first love's house as much as I would like but they still come over to visit regularly. Just like all the love I've experienced in my life I've been disapointed with my first love at times but I've experienced so much pleasure around them that I have no business complaining. I've also spent more and more money on my first love as I get older and they have always graciously accepted and returned dividends beyond any amount of money I've put out.
My entire life has been experienced with and through my first love. I can't imagine my life with out it. My first love has made my world a better place. It has changed my mind many times and given me insight in other people's worlds. My first love has been there when I have cried, loved, felt rapture, been drunk, danced, sung, and laughed. I share my first love with friends and strangers with hope that they can experience some of the things that I have with it. I count myself lucky that I've have this love affair with it and always can find a new and interesting aspect of it. My first love is always changing for me, showing me new aspects of it self.
Meet My First Love: Music
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"Music is like a drug when you hear it you have a vision and your vision can change over time or stay the same…. If you're watching a music video and it's exactly the same as your vision, Kill yourself." Lewis Black (comedian)