Wanderess || Malsey Pt. I

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start of something new

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Ashley

music is a moral law. it gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything

-Plato

THERE ARE THOUSANDS OF PLACES TO GO, each with different cultures and backgrounds. There are not nearly enough hours in the day nor enough days in our lifetime to visit all the places in the world because each of us have different paths. If you think about it, we are all meant to be different people in this world. But the question is where do we start and how exactly do we begin our life journey without the slightest hint of what we are supposed to do on this earth? It is the question that lingers in everyone's mind whether or not we were put here on purpose and what our reason for living is.

That's just it, isn't it? We live this life till our creator decides that we've had a fair enough amount of time. We make the best out of what we can and if we didn't fulfill our purpose, well then I guess we can say we lived a pretty good life. But for those of left stranded on this abyss we call earth, we have to make a decision on what our purpose will be because there is no telling what will become of us in the near future.

The near future was here for me. There is a time where something or someone will hold you down, but you continue to fight for what you are mostly compassionate with. There was no tolerating my household anymore; I had to leave and find a way out.

My parents weren't compassionate with anything other than themselves and their religion. Involuntarily, my Sundays, Wednesdays, and Fridays were all given to the church my parents owned. My soul was sold to the purgatory that I so much hated more than I did my parents, and it wasn't just because I spent the majority of the week praising a little man with a beard and thorn of crowns.

My whole life had been planned out since the day my parents decided to have me. I've spent my entire life either at church or at home reading and breathing in the lies that are spread onto that book. School was never an option for me because 'it's corrupted with paraphernalia, fornication, infidelity' and so much more. You could only imagine my dull teen years being spent at home watching the Christian channel because that's all my parents would let me watch.

They say the pastor's children are always the worst, and in some ways I guess I fit the criteria. At only the age of fourteen I began to sneak out at certain times of the days where I truly figured out what this world truly meant. My neighbors never got along with my parents and when they first caught me sneaking out, I think they realized we were both on the same page.

They were of an older age, already had their children and having their grandkids. In a small town, almost everyone went to the church and those who didn't were the 'sinners' as my dad put it. The couple next door didn't agree very much with how my parents were raising me or raising the town to be.

They always invited me to their home whenever I snuck out and that's when the real world was exposed. They taught me everything from Nirvana to Metallica and relived the 'good old days'. Instruments were surrounded in their basement and that's how my love for music began. I would often ask if I could play their guitar because the six strings intrigued me. Maybe it was because six was 'the number of the devil' and in some way I felt rebellious for liking it, but there was so much more to that when my neighbors taught me how to play.

Time flew by and I was good enough to play my own songs, and they were proud of me for that. They gave me their guitar when I turned sixteen, and never doubted that I'd make it big. They moved a month after they had given me the guitar because my parents found out and ran them out of town. That's when I realized how much I wanted to chase this purpose of mine, it wasn't a dream anymore.