My song to my rescue

Who would have ever thought that my own song would save me one day. A few years ago, I started a weird habit. That of writing songs. Just lyrics, of course, cause I’m the farthest a human being can get from tunes. I started writing whenever I felt like it. I didn’t push myself or make it a chore, as I was in the habit of doing to every other hobby I had. Somehow I’ve managed to write some 10 songs. I laugh at them every time I read them. I’m also too embarrassed to show them to anybody. They’re my little secret.
Today though, that changed. Kind of. One of them gave me the answer I’ve been looking for. I wanted to know how to get myself to dream again. Between my bitterness at the way my journey ended in the US and the war in Lebanon, my dreams vanished. And I found myself disgruntled the whole time, never enjoying any blessing. Now I know why. It’s because I didn’t see anything as part of the big picture, just because there was no big picture. Well, I decided I’ve been like this for too long and that I’ve had enough of my terrible mood swings. So I wanted that big picture again, and most definitely, I wanted those small mishaps that make the big picture beautiful. Well, it seems that a while back I had written a song about dreaming, and how to do it. Perfect. Exactly what I needed.
Now it’s time to start dreaming again. But first, I have to memorize my song!