When Kathy Lee was a little girl she asked her dad, "Daddy. Where did the music go?"
He answered, "Sweetheart, you've got to learn to make your own music."
He answered, "Sweetheart, you've got to learn to make your own music."
My thoughts...
Life does not come to me. I must go to it.
First and foremost, I must take care of myself or there will be opportunities I will miss, and will forever shape my life whether I am aware of it or not.
Secondly, there will be many times that I will have to create those opportunities for myself. I must first "create the music" of my life by finding myself, taking care of myself, and truly knowing who I am. And, letting others do the same for themselves.
Then, and only then will the music become apparent to me, others around me, and the world at large.
And, music is a wonderful balance between "noise" and the quiet between the notes. As the music lives and grows in me, I am aware of the importance of the quiet to foster my own development as a human being.
None of us is the entire symphony rolled up in one. We all play a part. And, when we are missing from the stage for various reasons, the songs change and the music is not the same---the melody is not as sweet as it could be.
And, each of us has a song in our heart, something to contribute unique to others' gifts. And it's beautiful in its own way.
Wanting another's life or body or dream job, wanting a relationship to fill a void or to take care of someone else more than we take care of ourselves or to make us "whole" (other half theory) -or- just wanting something that's out of reach for us is minimizing and making light of what our song is right now and the music dies off a little when we aren't courageous to add our voice, our notes to the greater stage.
As we grow, mature, learn, live, love and grow, our contribution to the stage changes, flows more eloquently, and we (ourselves and others) are changed for the experience.
The music is not something on the radio or stuck inside a computer or a CD. It is us, together with our many varied faces, bodies, attitudes, beliefs, strengths, weaknesses, prejudices, and life experiences. It is tragedies, successes, heartaches, love, joy, happiness, and pain.
And it surely doesn't come to us...it is us. I must be willing to let go of expectations, desires, and wants and flow with what comes next. Come what may, if I am willing, the music will never die.
And, it is ever wonderful to know that as I focus on my own heart and the truth that I find, the music is just there. When I was lost, it was there waiting for me to get "found". When I was sad, it was quieted but still beating madly inside of me...reminding me of the beauty that is me.
I have been to many concerts and symphonies in my life so far. No music is as beautiful, poignant or touching as what I have experienced when I am in the presence of one or many true friends. Friendship in itself is a musical experience. It speaks to our hearts and the deepest parts of who we are...and we are forever changed by the love that we find.
Music, friendship, love...is life. It is breath; it is what we long for with each new day.
And, your daddy was right, Kathy. It is up to you. It truly is...up to each of us...
It's in every one of us...we are all beautiful in our own way. And so the world keeps spinning more and more confidently as we realize the truth about ourselves, little by little each day.
