My own, my mother's then and when she was my age, and all the strangers around me who didn't seem so strange anymore.We all have to go through our own lives and our own challenges, but just because we have our own lessons to learn doesn't mean we are alone.
As I grew more comfortable with expressing my beliefs, I began heading projects to install a bike rack around campus and took to writing more iconoclastic political pieces in English class.
My left shoe houses various meme references, chords from songs I have written, sketches of the latest NASA star cluster discoveries, practice lines of Italian greetings from when I was set on learning it, and "Lorrie Lake Ln." in small cursive letters.
By sharing his music, Tom Petty gave me a striking awareness of 19,580 people that live and feel alongside each other. Lights flashing beyond my eyelids, I could feel what it was like to live more lives than just my own.
Tom Petty's art described his life, but it has weaved its way into those of so many others.
Sandalwood, my friends and I call it--a late-night, post-fast food, teen-angst polluted lake.
Sandalwood is the cosmos and the meaning of God and the Sisyphus-like emotions that we discuss there.We had all journeyed to the TD Garden from wherever we were in our lives to see Tom Petty perform.I knew his music because my mother had shared it with me.I looked into the smiles of the crowd, the dancing arms and carefree yes, and realised we were all feeling something of our own. With the shared heart of others, I can travel vertically through time and horizontally through space.I long to make connections and there are no boundaries that limit how this can be done, not even time and not even space." I met Cheyenne through Freshman year volleyball and we were friends because I tried; I borrowed cowboy boots for football games, didn't discuss my quirky music, and washed my shoes.As I grew, however, it was our differences that brought us together.I sit in front of my piano for hours, copying the rhythm of until it feels right.I'll never tire of hearing another tell me how they're feeling without using any words at all and letting it become part of me.But as various conflicting influences crept into my life--Liberal vs. I needed to appreciate Houston's voice and learn from its stories as much as it needed to hear mine, and my shoes grew dirtier every day as each person's testimony helped solidify and expand my own.As I walk, one can first make out "Cheyenne yo yo" engulfing the right inner canvas, weaving through clasps and eventually boarding "PORTLAND!!!