By: Jay Evans, Journalism Major at Youngstown State University
Dear Mr. Cash,
It seems that life just isn’t the same without you. I’ve grown used to your words and voice on a regular basis. Without them, life is just too hard to live.
The state of music frightens me, just like the cloud of life that is ready to explode at any given moment. Language is a very important key to an easier life; some people just don’t understand that. No one speaks to me the way you do, and no one probably ever will. Although lessons learned in life come from many different sources, the lessons I learned from your voice I feel are some of the most important.
You get it Mr. Cash, and you always have. You understood long ago, and you also understood that people aren’t perfect, and not to judge and point the finger. None of my heroes are perfect, most of them have been in jail, drug addicts, authors, lyricists, cocky, and misunderstood. It’s just the way it is, and it’s nothing I can explain. I gain confidence in the fact, that most of my idols have faults. It’s more relatable.
My life without you is sometimes misdirected and confused, I find myself asking questions and pondering life decisions. Direction is often sideways, rarely forward, and sometimes backwards.
Everything I learn in life, whether it be from college, reading, or experiences, sometimes those things just don’t teach me enough. See, Mr. Cash, its your life and music that always seem to help me when I just can’t focus. When I feel like everything falls apart, and there’s no way out, because I’ve been dealing with this a lot lately. No one seems to get it, my parents, family, friends, but you would. You would understand and probably offer advice no one could. The answers can seem simple, but it’s never that easy. If life was that easy, and things were sunshine and rainbows all the time, I wonder if I would of looked for your guidance.
I use lessons I learned from you in day to day life, parenting, focus, how to keep pushing forward, no matter what the problem. I maintain being myself; I have my own mind, and my own soul. No one should try to be someone else. There’s too much of that going on in today’s world. But I use your example as a template to keep my head up. When you’re around, life is a little more clear and just a little more livable.
When you speak, it makes it very clear that if anyone needs an explanation from me, they’ll probably never understand me. So I’m sick of wasting my time.
Life seems to be a constant battle to gain something back, not to get more. That’s the problem. Sure, it sets goals, other times it’s just a complete disaster.
I hope to teach my children lessons no one can ever teach them. I give them the gift of music constantly, because it’s important to me. I hope they find their path early, and don’t struggle as much as their father. Theirs still time for me, I can still make it. One thing I hate, is watching and listening to people who have my dream job, knowing I could do it ten times better. I suffered enough.
I really don’t give a shit about a balanced budget or global warming. I could care less about higher or lower taxes. Its all the same, everyone has solutions in life, and no one is getting anything done. Not just in the world, but around me as well.
I’m still tired, I’m still hungry, and I’m still lost. When I fix that, maybe I can help the state of the world, and laugh at the people who never believed in me. Until then Mr. Cash, I have you.
I never pretended to be something I wasn’t. I never will. All I can do is wake up, be me, learn, and know that you’re always around when I need you.