Caught in The Trees

Caught in The Trees is a new album out. I haven't listened to it so I'm not recommending it as of now.
In an interview Damien Jurado is asked how this album got its name.

ANSWER:"Good question. I don't really know where the title comes from. It's hard to explain. I used to think that things we say or the sounds are caught in things. For instance, I think it's a scientific fact that things hold sound. I believe that's true. Of course, I'm not going to get into this scientific deal with neutrons. But I remember in high school hearing about that-how objects are able to hold things. It also goes back to the saying, "If these walls could talk." So it's about my voice being caught in the tress-I was trying to say something to someone, but the words didn't get to you. They were caught in the trees."

This may not seem poetic at all but when I read it for the first time, it made my heart ache.
I feel like it's part of the human condition. We all want to be heard whether it's important or not.
We want to feel and know that someone else cares, that I'm significant, that I matter.
It takes me to my loneliest days and makes me cry for all of those young and old that know neglect.
You do matter. You are worth it. You are loved.
I'll listen to your story.

This is what ran through my head when I read the above (please overlook that it's a drug commercial and see what else it screams):

what if?

I've always used my environment as a mean to excuse the absence of my souring abilities.
i.e. the opportunities available for my education.
There's a kindergarten art class you may use or just one general English class to study and develop ideas of regurgitation. Are you interested?
-Of course not.
It makes me sick writing of the poor tools this community of students has to work with, not to mention alongside teachers that would rather be anywhere else in the world than here enhancing our knowledge of the world itself.
I cannot fail to mention my favorite, yet few, passionate and intellectual teachers that have impacted and still alter my concepts as I write. Thank you.
As you can tell this subject raises righteous anger in me quite easily.
BUT, what if?
what if I actually had the opportunities I've always longed for?
what if I was pushed and challenged like never before?
what if art was publicly honored and even strongly encouraged in various forms?
I'm intimidated. I'm just average. I don't have it in me. I'm tired. I'll buckle under the pressure. etc.
Maybe I should stop complaining about the opportunities available for me because in actuality if presented, fear, doubt, or my own incapability would hold me back from achieving.
I'm such a dreamer. Will I ever be a doer?
I feel so stuck in a pit of laziness that it would take an earthquake in my life to fling me out.
Do I really want out?

inspiration to my outburst: http://www.simons-rock.edu/

a waiting sun

"The sun has risen again over Iraq. Even though at times it may seem hidden, we know that its full radiance will shine on this land again."
-Ayatollah al-Sadr

Who knows the meaning of 'HOPE' more than these people?
God, please implement peace into the soil, hearts, and relations of Iraq.