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Saturday, February 26, 2011


By Jordan Bunger

What do I need most right now? What is going to give me the highest reward? What will make me the person I want to be? What is it I have to do to finally get over the hump? How is progress going to come? How can I destroy the stagnant plateau?

I must accept myself as the person I am. I am not the bubbly, social butterfly type. I do not control conversations. It is not in my character to be the center of attention. But hell, I make a vow, right here, right now. I can control the controlables. I will be social. I will be talkative. I will stand on the same ground as the butterflies and go toe to toe. But I’m going towards the light in my own way. There is a light at the end of the tunnel, but you only see it if you’re on the right path. “Find yourself first, don’t you be no fool.” Find your right path.

It’s like a wave. You start low, at the bottom. Everyone does - don’t be discouraged. Why not? Because the wave keeps on traveling up if you want it. The wave dips and crashes all the time, but it keeps washing up on shore, then back out again…up, down, up, down. Sometimes…up, up, up. Others…down, down, down. The cycle won’t stop, it only tweaks itself, evolves and shows new variations.

Creativity comes to play. Play with it. Engage. I know, it’s not the same as it was the last time. But that’s the point. If it didn’t change up each time, you’d be stuck in the mundane. You do not want to be stuck in the mundane. It’s ugly, muddy, nasty, nasty, business. There’s no use being stuck there. There’s no use.

Float on down. Let the river run you away. Run all the way. Run ‘till there’s no more water, and keep on pushing – you will move forward. Reach higher, travel further, adjust your eyes, close them, open them, cross ‘em together, make one go in circles, the other dead focused, however you like, just relocate the light.

Ok. Found it. Back on track. Feel the flow move you. Do you remember this from the last time? It felt great. I remember the feeling. The lovely melody was playing. You know the one: High pitch. Volume low. Treble middle. Bass up. Soul, fa sho. Focused in on the task at hand. I am myself right now. The music, the one in my ears of course, but I mean the silent melody playing in my head. That’s the best one. That’s the one you want to hear. But no, you don’t hear it in the natural sense. It’s inaudible to those around me. I’m aware of its presence. I know it’s there, feeding me, supplying me with nutrition, mental stability, with focus.

I conclude as it grips me, as it holds me tight in its arms. The light is fully lit. I love the feeling. Oh, I love feeling. I accept myself for the person I am.


Anonymous Michelle Mitchell said...

Your pieces always have a unique flow to them. I feel like you writing style always takes on the characteristics of whatever your subject matter is. This piece was really well writtien and has great descriptions.

Great Job!

March 2, 2011 at 12:12 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Rhythm and Style... and Soul, Fa sho. Your writing is so unique, I found myself moving to the beat as the melody flowed through, like an unstoppable groove taking over and taking control.

I remember thinking to myself one summer night, as you came back to our house at 3:00 AM soaking wet, knees grass stained, but an uncontainable energy beaming from your every pore: what in the hell has happened here? But I was jealous. That uncontrollable grin plastered on your face from slip and sliding on the dewey grass is more fun than anyone at a stupid party could ever hope for.

Trust me: they're all jealous too, whether they know it or not. Because they are just listening to the music that's playing through the stereo. But you, you're listening to the free-flowin' funk from inside, the music that never stops playing, calando to crescendo, dip and crash, drum and bass, bona fide and identified, followed by the most epic 30 minute guitar solo known to man, more specifically, to you.

Never turn the volume down Bunger, 'cause the world is waiting to hear.

March 7, 2011 at 9:42 AM  
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March 15, 2011 at 11:03 AM  
Anonymous Yenitza Munoz said...

I enjoy your tone in this peice. It is real because it deals with the human experience. I also, see you when I read it because you are very down to earth and real, like this work. In additon, the blog is very soothing to the ear, many can relate to it because everyone has felt this way in their lives, and I enjoy how you adressed it in an artistice voice.

-Yenitza Munoz

March 15, 2011 at 11:05 AM  

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