When I was a very young boy, my parents got me a pet bird. It was a little green finch, and I loved it dearly. If you’re thinking to yourself, “Birds aren’t cuddly or loveable,” I understand your confusion. But I saw a lot in that bird. Loving something isn’t predicated on anything in particular like how much fur a thing has. It happens in its own rite, and that bird was my only pet and the only thing that needed me and my love. I felt lucky to have that bird, so I cared for it with all my heart. And I loved that bird.
I distinctly remember the day my dad said that it was time to set the bird free. I didn’t understand at all. Why would I let him go when he was mine? My father pressed on, determined to convince me to get rid of the bird “He’ll be happier out there with the other birds. This cage is too small for him.” I quickly came up with all my child-like solutions, much like I would today - we can get him a friend, get a bigger cage, find him better seeds. But it wouldn’t be the same. And soon, I was convinced that letting him go was the best decision. If I really loved that bird, I would do anything to make him happy.
And so I watched my dad as he flung the bird out our second story apartment window. Ever so sadly I waved good bye and looked for him in the trees. And everyday I walked outside, I looked for him. And sometimes I thought I saw him, but I would just smile and keep to myself. I was happy that I had done something right, and I was happy that he was happy. It brought me a true and ultimate joy to have given someone the gifts of freedom and happiness, knowing that it would hurt me. The pain I felt melted in that joy. And my pet bird was with me forever.
I think I learned an incredibly valuable lesson, a lesson I think of often and hold dear to this day - sometimes when you love something, you need to let it go.
Using the extremely cliche phrase “first come, first serve" doesn’t instill urgency into what you’re trying to sell; it just makes you come off as a total douchebag. This is especially relevant when what you’re trying to sell is a ROOM IN YOUR FUCKING APARTMENT.
A.) You’re lying because I know you’re going to use judgement in choosing who will take the apartment because you people always do.
B.) It’s kind of a given that if someone waits too long to contact you, the apartment may fill up.
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This is an experimental piano song I created a few years ago, after a very emotional situation (then again, I suppose I could say that about most of music). I stumbled across it recently and felt compelled to share it on Soundcloud. Let me know what you think!