I shed tears today for as long as I wanted to; for the eternity in my thoughts; for the composure in my agitation; for the music flooding through my veins; for the water I touch creating ripples that invigorate my senses; for the love igniting my soul. The song ‘Everyday life’, churned me today with its myriad interpretations. It felt like the universe pleading to a voiceless being to build a definition; something meaningful as a utopia, a personal one at that.

I am an emotional being with a sensitivity quotient that almost touches the sky. It has taken me years to get to a stage where my emotive state does not propel self-destruction. I have lived a few lives and in those lives, I have managed to carve out moments that define my everyday life. Something as simple as picking flowers for someone on a sunny morning, playing a song for someone on a rainy day, sharing expressions with someone on a cathartic day is my everyday life; they are my medicine for a harsh world out there.

As I progress through time, I would like to continue to listen more and speak less; find beings who would give their life to find their moments of silence. Moments when time stands still and beauty stares into their eyes and they would look everywhere else to find comfort and then stare back at beauty to seek comfort; to finally know that beauty lies within them and they are only staring at their reflection. To me, life is to be lived one experience at a time; experiences that you can carry with you long after the moment is gone, its waves hitting the soul hard and creating furrows deep into your heart forcing you to lose yourself in some ways and find yourself in others.

I probably have started a love affair with this song, something that may last a lifetime; or at least I am hoping it would. Sometimes words fail to express how a piece of music impacts you and I hope I’m justifying how this masterpiece has turned my life upside down and I am beginning to like walking with my head on the ground. The feel of the knock from the ground directly to the head numbing the nerves is a new experience to me. I do not know how long I can survive with numbed nerves but I will keep the feeling or at least the experience of it once my feet are back on the ground. Until then.

I believe in magic, yes I do. Musicians are magicians in many ways and they lay their souls bare to create it. Not many realize that creating music and more importantly making it for someone is a very personal experience. Notes are sometimes enough to evoke a feeling but when notes combine with lyrics in a rhythmic harmony, the world sometimes stops and listens. May be that’s what we need to please the universe which is currently pleading from somewhere.

The tears that the universe sheds at every moment that goes awry, every instruction that loses its wavelength and every dance that misses its steps are symbolic in some ways because the universe remains eternally hopeful. For every thread that fails to connect, it weaves several new ones and gets to work to mastermind a new symphony; and then it hopes.

Hold tight for Everyday Life!