Mad At Disney

I’ve realized that I’ve been quite unnecessarily ‘critical’ of songs lately. Which further validates that maybe I do put an unhealthy amount of thought into things that should really just be enjoyed as they are.

It’s not an ideal world where everything would be accepted as easily. Our minds, with all the brilliance they possess, have ways of working experiences or lessons of our lives into the music we listen to. Or the other way around.

For instance, the other day I was driving with Adele’s Someone Like You on the stereo. I found myself arguing that I’m never going to find ‘someone like you’ for it’s not going to be the same love twice. Love will present itself at my door, in different forms and peculiarities. It might be someone else and someone new, but it’s entirely okay, because it is still Love even if love is not you.

A few days later, Elina’s Wild Enough randomly came up my Spotify playlist. To the wrong person, I’ll never be wild enough. Heck, I’ll never even be enough, whatever ‘enough’ explicates. But to the right person, I’ll never have to be anything more than who I already am. And he’ll always be willing to find and see all the old and new pieces of me.

Earlier today, I heard Mad At Disney by Salem Ilese. A song I cannot relate to, catchy regardless. Life is not a fairytale like how Disney has been depicting it to be. Reality hits much harsher and hurts deeper than what has been portrayed on TV. In real life, prince charming wont be returning your glass shoes on his gallant white horse, you got to chase your own flip-flops down a flooded road when they got carried away during a heavy downpour. And no, nobody saves you from the locked tower but yourself honey because in your own tale, you save yourself, always.

Maybe I should stop analyzing and enjoy music just as it is. It is indeed too bad that my brain wont allow me to do so. My apologies if this particular post ‘ruins’ your listening experience. Do enjoy every music that serenades your ears and hearts and may the beats calm and heal your pain and broken pieces.

Kill Your Idols

Back then when I was young and know little of the world, I used to think that fame is everything. That it must be amazing to be recognised by the public. That it must felt like a great achievement to have a bunch of people idolizing you. That when you’re well-known, everything becomes easy and your life will be all gold and glitter.

Now that I’m older, I’ve realised how fleeting fame is in this cruel and judgemental world. I’ve also understood that everything comes with a price. One day you might be under the pouring roses and find yourself under great scrutiny right away on the next day. The public will always be on your heels, preparing for the right moment to attack when you slip and fall hard to the ground. Being an idol is like being trapped in a cell on a stage with blindingly bright spotlights, while your audience gawk at you from all sides, expecting nothing but perfection despite their own imperfection.

So as an infamous being, I may not know a lot but I know at least this much and I’m all up for it : Kill your idols.

Everyone of us must have someone we idolise, figures we look up to, respectful beings that we’ve placed on a special pedestal. However most of us fail to understand that under all that seemingly impeccable bravado, is an ordinary human being prone to err. Or in a simpler sense of word, they may be famous but really, they’re just like us, in all the fragility and imperfection that a mere human being possess.

Idols are not saints to be worshipped or robots to be controlled. They should be entitled to express themselves as they see fit, to feel whatever it is that they’re feeling and to be free to go around doing their own business without having others to watch and judge their every move. Like each and every one of us, they can be wrong just as much as they can be right.

To kill our idols is to lower down our expectations of them. Recognise that like all of us, they’re flawed in some way or another. Bring them down to our level so that they’re within arm’s reach. Evaluate their mistakes and applaud their success. Most importantly, to accept their frailty and fallibility as much as we adore their sublimity.

Verily, we’re all entitled to be as human as we ought to be.