Difference in Play
By: Vincent Apunike
Tags: Reading, Library, Believe, Unique, Novela

It’s a beautiful world. The little things matter and make the difference. I used to binge music. I would press play and savor everything. Music is beautiful. I really pressed play on so many tunes. I assimiliated and I was petty with it sometimes judging people by what they play or how much of it. Looking back now maybe I projected on people because I used it to attempt fixing things that was broken. Aye, music heals. I believed every mood should have a playlist and maybe that’s true. Professionally, I did the much good I could muster with it. Right now though I took a step back but let it be known that I am proud. I must still say I support and appreciate the beautful things about it. How could I not? I am just taking it easy in terms of what I consume. I am trying to enjoy who I am without much of it because I was really addicted to it and I made sure everyone knew. Thank God there are books my first love actually you know. But as for songs go, I went from pressing play to asking can you play me what you got? There is a big difference in that. Back then which is not long ago I hate missing out and that accumulated certain pressure I had to let off steam. I have had to devote more time and energy to the very basic of what makes me me which is writing stories, films, articles, whatever — my very first creative endeavor. Exploration is alright. But I wouldn’t give up on what’s best and most beautiful for me. I am at a point where I choose to rediscover who I am and that involves taking things lightly. I am bold to write about me because it clears my mind. For a long time I haven’t actively listened to songs. I haven’t pressed play for myself but I always enjoy whatever the next person playing. Coming from someone who argued music is the best addiction you can imagine. Maybe it is. I don’t really know but for my journaling I chronicle some stuffs. I am allowing myself to grow.

Difference in play. Right now not about music but generally about society. Each one of us is unique and that’s what makes us all special. You have to recognize you are special even when it doesn’t seem like it. We all here for a reason and we also have the right to choose. Individuality is the difference and the unit of the said society. Different names, gifts, talents, outlooks, dreams, behaviors, background, and perspective. This is the spicyness of living. It takes self awareness to recognize and do whatever thy want with who you are because if you don’t know who you really are and want to be. Labels abound out there and there are people readily out there to trap your indecisiveness.

Difference in play is also a thing about confidence. I will apply it to writing. I don’t know if I have written about it. Oh, yes, in my offline journal. Basically most stories (not all because there are no limits to creativity) fall within some recognized should I say outlines? Most often than not touching and intersecting other themes but when you bring it apart you start seeing the similarities. Question is why do we still read books and watch films? Difference in play. That extra touch. It is not just in stories, in all walks of life our uniqueness matter.

Being in tune with what matters to me as a person has been a satisfying process. Assembling lessons from life and building it up to the difference I bring and I believe in brand new. The difference is why I keep being positive knowing it all comes together after all. Since I can remember I have always treaded a different path no matter how I look at it. It ain’t always been easy. There is no apportioning of blames. I guess everyone has their own fair share of obstacles and doubts. Long ago I would battle with myself trying to fit in even when it’s clear in certain circumstances I don’t. Trying to make people like me for who I am, do, or represent. Also long time ago I have learned to hug my person and my personality. Hone my gifts and hammer at my skills. Steer my boat believing in the difference and letting it show no matter how hard it is. Also, I try to accommodate views and have always appreciated the difference the other person brings. It is who we are to ourselves that matter. It is the core that drives the other external factors and contributions. We see different and I don’t know about the next guy I am holding on to the things closest to my heart when I know I mean good. These writings are proofs of that. I recognized my difference a long time ago and worked on it, still working it, I will do my best. Listen to advice, consider situations but I ain’t letting the external circumstances dictate the play. I hug my difference. Do yours too. It’s a beautiful world. Sometimes we have to understand it’s bigger than our immediate environment and it’s all connected including perspectives you choose to neglect.