Music

03^rd Jun, 2010

The question running through the collective mind from time to time is: ''Is my life fulfilled?'' With what? With joy, tears, laughter, pain, love... With art, work, dreams, hopes, wishes. “Am I happy with it, and in it?“

I say stop. Breathe in and breathe out, slowly. Close your eyes, listen to what's around you. Relax... Can you feel it? Peace is floating through your veins. Now, can you hear it? A sound, quiet but still loud enough. There are other sounds, you can hear them, too. I can tell by the smile shying away in the corner of your lips. And that, my friend, is the most beautiful thing in the world. That's music. From the begining of time there was music, in falling of the rain, in the wind between leaves of a forest or in crackling of the wood in the fire. It was a song of nature. Everyday we can still hear the ancient symphony whispered by our ancestors. That is what you are doing right now, listening...

It was easy, wasn't it? Of course it was, because all you had to do was breathe in and, in a moment of complete silence, listen with your heart. You can open your eyes now. You see, all of that which you have heard was something that you have had in you since you were born. That was your song, that was your life, the life given to you so that you can enjoy it and squeeze out all the delightfulness, marvell and wonder, and to do whatever your inner song tells you to.

All you have to do in order to achieve it is let the cocoon of tones and harmony wrap around you and wait to become a butterfly.