Stuck In My Head

I had a nice comment from someone about a melody of a song I’d written being “Stuck In My Head”.

It’s always good to know that something you’ve created, or said, or sung is memorable. Who doesn’t want to be remembered for something?

But as I get older it’s not enough in itself. If I’m going to do something that has an impact I want it to be something that makes a life better, leads to reflection and positive change, heals, or brings joy and peace.

I hope that isn’t too grandiose. But if it is then you’ve got me. I’m a grandiose bugger, detached from reality.

But it’s really not difficult to do something that someone will remember for a moment or two. Go for a walk down the street in your underwear, and make that kind of impact.

I’d much rather be there at the start of a ripple effect which stretches so far that its initial beginning is soon forgotten. I don’t want to make memes. I want to make fertile memes. And I happen to think that we’re all capable of doing that.

I know it’s hard, nearly impossible sometimes, to believe in positive change when confronted by our own experiences and the world out there that we keep hearing about. But these days, that’s the kind of change I do seem to find myself believing is possible.

Most Of The Time.