All my life I heard people say that
life is a symphony. “All you have to do is find the right notes. Once you learn
to listen to the music, you will find happiness” (At least this is what they
used to say, this is what I used to believe).
Years have passed, I have grown
and the very same music seems to be sung by old gramophones that can no longer change
songs. I listen again and again and the play seems to be the same, nothing
makes us different anymore, nothing is unique and the pattern that we follow
only turns us into not so good copies, of an ancient perfect human.
We are created to follow the
footsteps of our fathers and that often implies finishing school by the age of
25, having families and kids of our own by the age of 30, having jobs, houses, and
cars, playing nice and getting along with everyone until we pass. We no longer
have the urge or the strength to change the path that was written for us.
We may as well stop the music of
life, as the pattern is so imprinted in our DNA that it no longer requires music,
or listening and finding our own path.
We are so scared of what people
may think if we smile or laugh out loud, if we kiss our lover in the middle of
the street, if we run in the rain (not to find a shelter, but to enjoy the raindrops
on our skin), if we give a stranger a smile or a wink, if we hug or if we hold
hands.
We forgot that being human, means
being different, even unique. Being human implies emotions, feelings, opinions,
thoughts – we cannot simply adjust the settings and be like everyone else. We
need to learn that if one does not want to have kids, or to marry, or is no
longer interested in playing house just for the sake of image, or simply changed
the view from men to women, from one to more, from waiting for the perfect guy
to going back to the perfect guy – it does not mean they are lost to us.
It does not mean that if this
particular being is different, it is also “broken”. It just means that once
again humans have made a step forward: they listened to the song of life, they
wrote down the right, and erased the wrong.
Now all they have to do is live
their whole life trying to rewrite the wrong that was done …
So please, can somebody just silence those gramophones? Some of us are being reborn.
So please, can somebody just silence those gramophones? Some of us are being reborn.
