Okay, stop looking at me like that. I know it's a weird title, but it's the best I could come up with. If you can think of a better one after reading the post, feel free to let me know.
I'm not really sure where to start. School is going okay, but then again it's not okay. The academic part is fine (as far as I know). But as time goes on, it becomes more and more evident that, at the heart of the university, it's not about teaching kids new things in their particular field of study—it's a battle over their minds. What they really want is to control your mind by forcing you to believe what they want you to believe. For most students, this isn't new, and they probably would think I'm crazy (no comments!) if I told them this. But since I have been raised so completely different than them, I can see it. And I can feel its affects. Sometimes I come home absolutely exhausted, mentally and spiritually, and I have no idea why! Then I realized that the minute I walk on to campus, I am engaged in a war over my mind. Sometimes it's not blatant, but it's still like someone is trying to wrap their hands around me and control what I think. I guess they figure if they pound their ideas on me long enough, I'll fit into their mold of what I should be. And I've finally come to the realization that I absolutely cannot win. Not on my own. I have to totally and completely rely on God to fight and win for me.
The other part of the title is sorta hard to explain, unless you have the love and passion for music that I do. During the day, I listen to music all the time—yes, including when I'm doing homework. And I love listening to my brothers practice the piano, or plunking around on my guitar. But a few days ago I actually sat down at the piano and started playing. It was the first time I've touched the piano in several weeks. All of a sudden, it felt like all the stress and frustrations of the last weeks just totally melted away. Like I said, I listen to music all the time, but I'd forgotten how much playing music affects my very heart. The passion within me is something I could never fully describe, but when I play, it's as if God is reaching down and pulling all the junk out of my soul and filling it with His peace and comfort. And it's like that any time I hear good, pure music (my faves would be piano or guitar solos), but it's strongest when I'm playing. Hopefully, that won't be a lesson I soon forget.
