Life is …. a song.
The first stanza has our parents crooning the words don’t you worry child, heaven has a plan for you softly into our ears.
Then comes teenage hormones and confusion making us wail life, oh life as nothin seems to make sense.
Somehow we manage to find some sense in the swivel of emotion; we realise our stories are still unwritten, the end is anyone’s guess, but today is where our book begins.
Does it end here? I wish.
In comes the mind twenties and the realities of adulthood; this time around though we don’t hide we stand like titanium, defiant in the face of life’s bullets.
Doesn’t mean we aren’t hurting or scared, no. We have simply become more resilient, waiting for the lighthouse to guide us to safely to shore.
And as we wait we learn to:
- Release every hurt, to let it go.
- Apologise, to say sorry and start over.
- Boldly say, go and love yourself. I love you, but I won’t let you treat me with contempt.
- See the big picture, we accept that we’re all storytellers and great stories have thrilling highs and lonely lows.
Hopefully we find our rhythm and start to feel better when we’re dancing.
It might be a waltz, a tango, a soul rhythm, daddy shoki or azonto; whatever it is embrace it and learn from it. The beat/tempo might change, but the music does go on.
Hi there, thank you for stopping by today. This is the fourteenth edition of my ‘life is’ series where I try to relate life to different things in society. Would love to hear your thoughts on life is … a song.