Price to be Paid

                Music is one of the greatest things on the planet. It’s something that can connect people across the world. I listen to a wide spectrum of different genres. If you were to take a look at my iPod you would see anything from country to heavy metal to show tunes. Music is like air to me.  I need it to breathe. One of my favorite bands, Five Finger Death Punch, recently released an album called Got Your Six. I have been listening to it obsessively. One of the songs, Hell to Pay, really stuck out to me. At one point in the song Ivan sings, “…the hell I had to pay, everything comes at a price.”  He really speaks to my soul here.

                There are obvious things you could think of that come at a price. You go to the store, and you buy milk. To purchase the milk you had to pay the price of $1.99 or whatever it was you paid. I’m thinking of the more abstract connotations this lyrics provides. I am a devout Christian, and I do believe in the existence of a soul. I believe every human has one. The soul is a beautiful thing. It provides life to the person who it resides in. The other part to this is that there are some actions that can cost a person a part of their soul. I’m not just talking murder, rape, or any of the other God awful crimes humans commit. There are smaller things that will eventually cost you a part of your soul. I’ve seen it firsthand.  

When I left my home town I moved with my aunt. She was leaving and offered to take me with her as long as I helped her keep up pretenses. She had been lying to her boyfriend about where she lived previously, and she wanted me to help her keep up all these lies. I agreed because I had wanted nothing more than to leave Holbrook. Before I knew it the lies had spiraled out of control. I also was becoming more like my aunt. Not something to be proud of. She had convinced me that I was nothing more than what she gave me. Without her I would still be stuck in rural Arizona. She told me I was unattractive and, “that no man would ever marry me if I dressed like that (my usual jeans and band t-shirt look).” The price that I had to pay for so-called freedom was being abused by someone else. Not a smart move I’ll admit. I gave a part of my soul to follow this person. I lied to people I desperately cared about. By the end of it I realized that I didn’t like the person I was becoming. I didn’t like having a part of myself stripped away.

                The lesson here is to really consider what the price is for something. For all you smart alecks out there I am not talking about the grossly overpriced dairy products of your local store.  The price you need to consider when you take a person into your heart. If they are good for you then by all means let them in. However, I know some of you have a person in your life that does more harm than good. They make you feel insecure. They tell you lies or want you to lie for them. The price for having them there may cost you part of who you are. Consider that before it costs something you can’t get back.