I can never find much reasoning behind why I was given the life that I have.
God willing, He has kept me alive but sometimes I feel as though I took a concert ticket from another.
The one who would sing to every song and I only know the chorus.
The one who loves the band so much that they know every chord, break, and band member.
They can describe in detail the moment when they first heard them, how they woke up.
They called the radio station every day and pined for the tickets that were ultimately given to just me.
In honor, I am glad and must learn to move with the crowd and maybe this is why God said to make a joyful noise.