I was in the backseat. I think I had earbuds in. I think my head was resting on my fist as I watched the blurry trees doing their blurry tree thing out the window. My heart was tossing back and forth with thoughts and bittersweet memories and aches. I remember praying, in a silent kind of way. The kind of prayer that is unspoken yet louder than your head can handle.
I started thinking about the music in my head and how we connect with it. How we can feel the lyrics and relate to them, and how through them, sometimes, we can find healing. How, if we choose, we can use the energy inside of us-- the words, to ignite the light within us. We can find solace, and solidarity. We can be made stronger. But there has to first be lyrics that are brave enough to tell us that they are with us, and that we are not alone, and that there is, in fact, more.
"Why don't you write about that? Write about what's inside of you."
Those were the words the inner voice seemed to speak into my heart that afternoon, in the backseat while I watched those trees go by. It was a coin dropping. It was a yes. A great big yes, and an affirmation that there was a need inside of me to be braver and bolder and louder. I wanted a community, a space, a reaching out and holding of hands and singing of the same song. Because we are in this together. It was an idea that would morph into late night talks with my sister, that would turn into collaborating with writers and artists and souls that are beautiful beyond measure, it would turn into this. This right here.
I don't want to feel alone. I don't have to feel alone. And you don't have to feel alone either. None of us do.
There is more. There is light.
we are alive, we are beautiful
we are fighters.
We were "born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us."
It's so easy to feel like you're alone with the voices inside of your head-- like you are the only one who hears their volume. Like you are the only one fighting them in the dark of the predawn. But actually we all hear the voices. We all lie awake at three AM sometimes, with a raging heart and sweaty palms--
We all hear them.
And yes, they are loud, but we?
We are louder.
We are BURNING YOUTH.