Downs and Ups

Like most I do like a variety of music.
I do have trouble with liking jazz though.  Having said that, I used to catch a bus from work to the train and sometimes sat with a guy that was into jazz.  Every Wednesday evening he would get together with mates and play.  As a player I imagine it is fun to ad lib but as a listener I was always looking for a beat, or an opportunity to tap along, and it did not seem to be there as often as I would like.
Having said that I imagine some would have trouble with me liking some rock and roll.  It is not an “always” thing but “sometimes” I like to listen to heavy music.  Head banging stuff.  Not everyone’s cup of tea for sure but as long as the words are ok I really can enjoy it.
Yesterday on my play list I was listening to a song that would fall into that category.  From the first bar I thought “this is roll and roll.”  I think I have written before about what it was saying but it got me again.  “She needs more than a hug on a holiday.”
I also have on my playlist the song by Phil Collins, “Another day in Paradise.”
For me compassion is desirable but difficult.  Often it means investing time and effort in another.  Sometimes that time and effort is seemingly a waste of time. (I laughed.  I thanked someone for reading an email of mine.  They said, “that’s 15 seconds of my life I will never get back.”)
Compassion is mostly more than 15 seconds.  But to me it is the right thing to do - sometimes despite the seemingly fruitless results.  I was reading yesterday about someone who came to the aid of another on several occasions but did not experience a reciprocation.
That to me says heaps.  I think the exercising of compassion has more to do with results in me than in the object of my compassion.  It is a bonus and the outward goal if someone else is helped.  But what happens on the inside of me I think can be gold if I let it.
I want to grow as a person.  Sometimes that means going down to go up.  Results in me I can control.  Results is others is their business.