Please stop the music...

     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.