Life and Music

I can hear the metronome ticking, the piano rings with sounds of my sister's playing, and George; my sister's cello, just got put back in his case. This is what an afternoon in my house sounds like. It is music, harmony, and the repetitive clicking of that metronome. Tonight I have orchestra rehearsal and that reminds me that the concert is in two weeks and then it is all over. No more youth orchestra for me; I will miss it.

Music is a big part of my life. In a way, life is a lot like music. Sometimes you dance through life like you're waltzing to Strauss. Sometimes you soar like Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture. And sometimes life is sorrowful and it feels as if all the sad pieces of classical in the world mesh together. Do you know what I think? If I traded all the sad pieces of life for all the happy ones I could miss some of the greatest moments of my life.

"Music is what life sounds like."
-Eric Olson

Have you ever listened to a piece of music and come to the conclusion that this song was just too quiet, too mournful, and wouldn't have one of those Dvorak endings? When I was younger all I liked to listed to were thoundrous classics and if the beginning was spectacular I would just hit the "next" button. I learned something, though. Often the most quiet, dull, or unassuming part of a song can burst into the greatest rousing song of all. That is why I wouldn't trade all of the sad or difficult things that I have been through. At the end of the road when I look back over those painful things, I can see that many of them made me stronger. I tried harder, I learned from my mistakes, and when the road ended; I heard the music soar.