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Monday, May 25, 2015

When does Violence become better than Peace?


A few days ago, as preparation for my trip to Ireland, I watched a movie called “Michael Collins” which documented the fight for a Free Irish Republic.  In the discussion we had afterwards, I had several thoughts on the topic of the “correct-ness” of rebellion and fighting for freedom as a country.  In many cases, acts of violence against the government are viewed as terrorism, however depending on whose side you’re on (in the case of the American Revolution and the Irish Rebellion), these acts can also be viewed as acceptable and as “freedom fighting.”  So where do we draw the line?  What is it that makes these two concepts different from each other?

While watching “Michael Collins” I was somewhat conflicted about the violence portrayed in the film, especially by the characters the viewer is supposed to be supporting.  One particular scene left me questioning the ideals of the main character.  On Valentines Day, Michael Collins, called Mitch by most of the supporting characters, gives a heartfelt speech about why he hates the British so much.  He reveals that it is more due to the fact that they caused him to turn to violence to get the freedom he and other Irishmen felt they deserved.  However, not long after, he sends out small groups to murder the men sent after them.  While it can be argued that these soldiers were sent to kill them and they were only removing the threat to themselves, it doesn’t negate the fact that these men were attacked and killed with no way of defending themselves.

However, the scene that swayed me more in favor of the Irishmen than the British was the one immediately following.  In this, tanks and trucks full of British soldiers plowed onto a rugby field and began simply mowing down onlookers.  As much as I dislike violence and the thought of murdering soldiers at point blank and in cold blood, I even more dislike the idea of mowing down innocent citizens simply to make a point.  It is the difference between protecting yourself (albeit quite violently) and making a dramatic statement.

At the same time, how can we look at this situation and flat out say that the Irish were wrong in their actions – fighting for independence and freedom of religion – when that is the very same thing our American forefathers did?  When we look back in history, we do not state that all of the wars were good, rather quite horrific, but ultimately agree that it was an overall good and commendable thing.


Ultimately, I believe the decision about use of violence to achieve a goal comes down to one thing: our priorities.  What is it that we view as most important or beneficial?  Do we see human lives and peace as the best thing?  Or do we value the idea of freedom or whatever other thing we are fighting for so much that we are willing to resort to violence and killing others in order to accomplish it?

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This is the first of my blogposts for my Cross Cultural class, written while in the airport in Atlanta, waiting to fly to Ireland!

Sunday, May 17, 2015

The Proverbial "Knight In Shining Armor"


I was recently scrolling through my Facebook newsfeed and saw a quote a friend had posted reading, "I hope my knight rides in wearing dented, beat up, and scratched armor.  Because if its shiny, they obviously didn't fight for me."  I've seen this around before and it's always bothered me a bit.  I mean, sure he fought for me, but if the way he treats his armor - something that should be very precious to him - is any indication of how he will treat me, I want nothing to do with him.  If he will fight for me, but ultimately leave me to rot along with his formerly shiny armor, then what is the point?

Now, I see nothing wrong with the idea of a knight who has fought for me instead of some untried nincompoop who thinks he's All That because of his cool horse and nice shiny armor.  You know, the one who expects all the ladies to waltz into his arms simply because of his status as a knight.  In fact, this second idea would bother me almost more than the first.  Sure, his armor looks nice, but when it comes down to it, he can't do much but look pretty as he struggles not to fall off his horse.

Luckily though, these aren't the only two types of knights out there.  There's a third, one who possesses the better qualities of both former types.  He rides in looking weary, but his armor shines as though it's never been worn.  This knight has fought numerous battles to protect those he is loyal to and cares about, but still makes sure he keeps his armor polished and sword sharpened.  This is the man who will not only fight for me, but care for me.  This is a real Knight in Shining Armor.

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So apparently all my good blogging ideas come late at night... This is fun.  Anyway, just a thought I had regarding this particular idea that your "armor" has to look scrappy to mean you fought, and that if it doesn't, you obviously didn't work for anything.  I firmly believes that this applies to more areas than just relationships, but since the original post took it that way, that's the direction I took it.

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Friday, May 8, 2015

Life is a Song. Imperfect, but Beautiful


Tonight, I had a piano recital at my college and, being the deep thinker that I am (especially when I'm particularly tired, and it IS the end of the week), I came to an interesting realization while zoning out on my drive home.  With thoughts ranging from my imperfect performance to the impatient drivers I encountered on my way to school, I realized that these two events share a common point.  In thinking about both, I was focusing on the bad things and thinking about the things I could have done better.

I tend to do this a lot in life in general - sometimes as I'm driving innocently down the road, my brain decides to remind me of That One Time when I messed up while taking Drivers Ed or as I'm thinking about a friend I remember That Conversation that I could have handled better, and the list goes on and on.  Instead of thinking of happy memories, such as the time my cousin and I were dragged to the front of a restaurant during open mic night to perform a song we had written, the first time I got to hold my niece, or even the A in a difficult class, I subconsciously choose the bad memories.

During my performance, I made several small mistakes, which I noticed immediately.  To the untrained listener, and even those with training who simply haven't heard the piece, however, it's difficult to hear the mistakes.  Instead, they hear the overall beauty of the piece, the big picture, rather than focusing on a few small mistakes that don't matter that much in the long run.  This is how it works in life, as well.  The people around us aren't paying attention to the mistakes we make (unless they're just rude), or if they are, they don't dwell on them and remind us of them over and over.

As a pianist, and a performer in general, it has taken me quite a while to finally get comfortable with making mistakes.  Not to the point of not caring, but simply to the point of not dwelling on them and basing my entire performance on a few mistakes and not taking any notice of the good things I did.  During my recital, I was able to recognize the mistakes I made, but I was able to recover from them and not let them get me down.  Instead, I focused on the difficult spots I'd been working on for weeks that I had played almost perfectly.

This is how I think it should work in life.  Instead of forcing ourselves to relive our mistakes, we should recognize them, fix them or recover from them, and move on with our lives.  We should focus on the beauty we create and experience, the areas where we have struggled in the past but finally overcome.

Ultimately, I think we have to understand that there are no perfect performers.  Even those who have practiced the hardest and longest and have sold-out shows make mistakes every once in a while.  And that's ok.  If we can accept them and learn from them, it's our mistakes that make life beautiful.

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Whoo!  Two posts in just a few days.  I think I'm avoiding responsibility... Only one more week of classes before finals and the end of my Freshman year of college, then off to Ireland!

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Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Ireland Bound!


Greetings, friends! I come bearing an exciting update! Apologies for being AWOL on here since last semester (I mean, I only have 5 followers - the rest of my views come from those of you on FB who take the time to read these - so I'm sure no one has actually missed these), but I haven't really had the chance to write much exciting.  Unless, that is, you really want to hear about 60 different kinds of birds, environmental physics, or music theory. However, now that the semester is nearly over and I'm busy procrastinating from working on homework (yes, that's what I'm doing right now) and studying for finals in a few weeks (my school starts late, what can I say. Most of you other college folks are already done), I thought I'd let you know that I'll be updating more frequently in just a bit less than a month!

As part of the Greenville College Choir, I have the amazing opportunity to travel to Ireland and tour there for 10 days right after finals week. In order to fulfill a "Cross Cultural Credit" requirement, I will be writing blog posts for a group blog and I figure I may as well post them here while I'm at it and keep you lot up to date on what all I get to do while I'm over there!  So be looking for more of these posts starting around May 25 - hopefully there will be pictures involved :)

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Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Of Lullabies and Love Songs


On Wednesday, October 1, 2014 at a quarter after seven, the Greenville College Blackroom was filled with fog, loud music, and excited college students, just waiting for the show to begin.  When the first band, LED, took the stage, the audience crowded close to the stage, not wanting to miss a single word, despite the speakers blasting throughout the room.  As they began playing through their set, I casually noted that each of the four songs they played seemed to be a sort of love song.  Being a self-proclaimed hopeless romantic, however, I thought nothing of it at first, simply enjoying their sound and getting lost in the music.  Once the second band, Nick Bifano and the Innocents, started playing, I noticed that while their style was very different from LED, the topic was much the same.  Again, we heard a set consisting of songs mostly about love.

In a society so focused on being in a relationship, I suppose it shouldn’t surprise me that so many songs being written and sold are of the romantic variety.  They tend to be some of the easier ones to write as many people have experience with relationships, both good and bad, and they are easy to sell because everyone can relate to what they are talking about.  Even those like myself who have never had a “significant other” can find connections between the lyrics and other types of relationships, or, if nothing else, the longing for a relationship like the song speaks of. 

Perhaps it is the vast array of styles these songs can take on.  There are softer melodies, mournful tunes, angry choruses, and so on.  There is almost no limit to the form a love song can take, so long as it tells the right kind of story.  In a way, these songs have become the “lullaby” for our generation.  Those who listen to music when going to bed listen to these crooning melodies to fall asleep.  Also, the lyrics of many of these songs are known by thousands of young people all around the world, much like lullabies were to our parents.  (This is not to say that the only music our parents listened to were lullabies, nor that the only music any of us listen to are love songs.)


Even so, there are a multitude of other topics that songs could be written about, so why is it that love songs tend to be so popular among our society?

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