Happy Thanksgiving to all of the Froth Army.
I constantly hear music in my head. I’m not talking about the jingle to “Demon Energy Drinks” or “Satan in a Can” either, but something else. A song…yet not a song. An unheard, unvoiceable melody that, while undeniably existing…is almost impossible to put into a tangible medium.
And yet, the head bobs and the toes tap. This is the beat of the drummer that many of us march too. And yes…they are all different.
Is it this way for all creative people? Is it this way for everyone? I suspect the second option.
Do you hear your music? This is your private soundtrack of motivation. If you can sync yourself up to the music inside of yourself you can find the motivation to achieve your true goals, may they be artistic or otherwise. When you create and mold yourself after your natural inclinations (versus what you think you ought to create or become) you can achieve your full potential. This does not mean you will be better or worse than others. Your potential is not in competition with others potential. It is yours and yours alone.
If you can’t hear the music, ask yourself if you are listening. Your soul is probably singing to you. Find that song…and for all that you are worth…sing along.
There is power in the melody, release in the rhythm, and magic in the changes.
It does not matter if this private sonnet brings you to craft amazing furniture, design a skyscraper, heal the sick, teach our children, write a book, or compose a symphony. It is your song, your goal, your life. It is the true you expressed in the secret language of the spirit.
This Thanksgiving I am very thankful for the music. Both the kinds that we can hear, and the kinds that are inside all of us.
Happy T-Day to you and yours,