I actually was writing this a while ago as a mock post to let you know about some aspects of my life. Think of it as a public diary entry... or something...
So as the title says, this is about rainbows, glowsticks, and music. Think like a rave type thing. You have tons of glowsticks, loud music, and rainbows.
Rainbows in themselves are awesome. So colorful and equal, each color complementing the one next to it and blending into one. The fading mist of a rainbow after a rain is like peace, beautiful yet fleeting.
Glowsticks are like neon spirits dancing, light seeping from them and trailing behind as the neon dances wildly to unheard music. Some casts an eerie light as it dances, a fleeting color so dark yet vivid that you arn't sure if it's real. Others burn a brilliant streak of color into your eyes as you watch it dance as if hypnotized.
Then the music flows in, lifting you up and freeing your soul, your body rocking and flowing as if possessed by some friendly spirit. You dance a dance of old, arms raised as in some sort of praise to some unknown deity or to rise something from the Earth. Of your own you move, seemingly forever lost in thumping bliss.
Why do I type this? It's like a childhood, memory fading yet so clear at the same time. We all need to remember our childhood, no matter how bad it might have been. Memories fade over time, like the way sharpie fades on clothes after multiple washes, or like the colors of a tattoo on your arm, color fading with age. It's good to revisit memories, what once was, but to also live in the present. Live for now, when the dance is still going and that rainbow is still there. Don't live for when that music stopped or those neon sticks dimmed and faded out of sight. Don't dwell on thoughts of peace when that rainbow has faded and a war is upon you, and don't swing to a beat that stopped years before. Live for the moment, heedless of the future, take pleasure in what you like, and toss aside the past like a broken CD.
And when you can no longer live for the moment, remember the times that were good, when the neon still glowed and the music still beat, not when everything stopped being and had been.
Live for the good times, not for the bad. Remember the past but don't dwell on it. Live for the future, but live for the moment as well.
What a bliss is to be had.
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