Cluttered Minds

One night, I decided to clean my room. It was random, really. I was in the middle of reading a book, my legs propped up on the dining table. I had music playing, and then I found myself staring at the sound system. I thought to myself, “Hey, you will be more useful in my room.” But my room at that time was in no shape to accommodate its awesomeness. So I moved books here. Dusted there. Threw out this and that. And then… voila. The sound system suddenly made sense, resting there beneath my synthesizer, the sub woofers cozy and happy by the corner of my bed. It felt good. 

…I think it’s time to clean up my life to let better things in.