If there is anything that I have learned in my 20-some-odd years upon this planet, it is that humans are truly capable of anything. I mean this is in the strictest sense, in both the good and the bad. Every individual is endowed with endless potential.
Though I have only lived my own life (as far as I am aware), and it is the only life I have to live (as far as I am aware), this does not keep me from entertaining the thought that each person possesses ability, talent, and free will. Given that this is the case, it can be assumed that this life is ours to do with it whatever we choose.
What has inspired my rambling upon the nature of humanity’s seemingly endless today is tragically beautiful voice of a man. I remember stumbling upon this quite a while ago, but for some reason it never made much of an impression on me. It was soon forgotten, as I continued scrolling through YouTube — most likely. For whatever reason, when I found this last night, it hit me with an entirely different sensation. It was not something that I could so easily overlook and toss off to the wayside.
I know I am not making much sense, so I will just cut to the chase. What I am talking about is a song that I happened to stumble upon. I do not consider myself to be the most efficient judge of talent, especially when it is anything regarding music. Though, as an aside, I do feel that I have a good taste in music. This may not be as irrelevant as I feel it to be because it is, more or less, what led me into writing this.
“Look at Your Game Girl.” This is the name of the song. Just over 2 minutes long, it is a soulful performance by a young man who is accompanied by the sound of a delicately repetitive strum of an acoustic guitar. The lyrics are sentimentally critical, words–cries rather–where the narrator is finding it within himself to criticize the girl who may have broken his heart or led him on in some way. I am nitpicking and could just be reaching at this point, so it could very well just be a man making light of the way the girl in question lives her life. Perhaps he feels sorry for her. At any rate, I do not intend to pick apart the lyrics. Though, after a fair amount of play throughs, I think something along these lines is the gist of what the song is getting at.
“Can you feel?
Are those feelings real?
Look at your game, girl
Look at your game, girl
What a mad delusion
Living in that confusion
Frustration and doubt
Can you ever live without the game?
The sad, sad game
Just to say your love’s not enough
If’n you can’t be true
You can tell those lies, baby
But your only fooling you”
As one can see, there is seemingly nothing out of the ordinary when it comes to this song. Had I not been myself, and been you who happens to be reading this, then I would most likely have no idea where this post is heading. I pity you, who yet remains in ignorance of the mystery man behind this song.
The individual singing this song is Charles Manson. And before you ask, yes, it’s that Charles Manson. The one known as the communal cult leader based in Hollywood. The one whose decisions and influence led to at least nine murders strung out throughout the area (he was convicted of 7 murders by proxy; 2 were not). The one who paved the way to the brutal slaying of the pregnant Shirley Tate. This one. Yeah, that one. That Charles Manson.
This is unironically a good song. In and of itself, it’s not without merit. I find it impressive and truly feel that the vocalist is gifted. An actual beautiful voice, that is what this young man possessed.
Sadly, life does not go how it should. This young man chose a different path. There is no telling for sure what led him to (what most would call) ruin. His ruin led to the ruin of the lives of countless others; perhaps it is the other way around.
Life is barely long enough to get good at one thing, so we truly have to take heed to the gifts we have received. Each and every person is talented in their own way. It is the responsibility of the individual to facilitate those talents and abilities by using them in the most meaningful way possible.
To conclude, this was just a post to get this thought off of my chest. I listened to this song last night for a while. I was a bit taken aback, as you can imagine. Though choosing the wrong path in life may not always be as tragic as Charles’s, it is imperative that we take heed to the decisions we make in the day-to-day. May we all hope that we do not squander our potential.
Thanks for reading.