It occurred to me one day that almost every song that I listen to sings of love. I haven’t written poetry since my heart was broken, and now that I’m in love, I feel the sudden urge to pick up a pen and write.
Why is it that it’s the easiest to write and be creative when it has to do with your heart? I know bands that have entire albums dedicated to a girl. I mean take Taylor Swift. I have never heard a song of hers that hasn’t been about romance. Hell, facebook began because of a bad break up.
As I doodled in my journal, I realized something:
Love is the universal language.
It’s like the math of emotions. No matter who you are, you can listen to a love song and identify with it. Maybe not completely, but there’s always like a sense of understanding between the artist and the listener. At least for me.
Then I started thinking, how would a person who isn’t a hopeless romantic relate to the endless mentioning of love in the media? Would they?
I’ve always wanted to meet someone that didn’t believe in love and ask them what they thought of love being the universal language.
I imagine it would go like this:
Me: Hi my name is Michelle. I just want to ask, what would you say to someone who said love is the universal language?
Tom (yes I made him up): (laughs) Love? A universal language? That’s funny.
Me: Why do you think so?
Tom: Love…It makes you do irrational things, makes you forget what’s really important in life. like what your future holds, and I mean the real future, not what you’ll have for breakfast tomorrow. I’m talking about where you’ll be in ten years, you know? It makes you forget about all that stuff. And for what? It gets you all off track and then dumps you. My motto is, it’s better just to live life and have fun while you can.
Maybe it won’t go that way. I don’t know. I just know that these people exist, and I would love to tell someone’s story why they feel that way.
Because isn’t that what journalism is about? Telling the stories of the people who don’t have a voice in society, and get their words out.
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