What is music? What is this powerful combination of beat and rhythm that our soul and heart dances with? How is this so called magic so powerful that we respond to it?
Just like love and beauty, I could think of countless reasons to count this real invisible, untouchable, unbeatable force as utter nonsense. Yet, it defeats me in a way that I believe in it, that I am captivated by it in every inch of its unmeasurable measures. It gives every reasonable, unexplainable reasons that my hearts couldn't almost comprehend in believing it. I search for the meaning, the reason after reason for it's existence in my life. The reason of love and beauty. Why am I inclined to be in it, with it, and almost, that I can't almost admit it, live by it.
And how it seem to be that this abstract things: be it music, love, or beauty, my soul, my whole being seem to become alive knowing that somewhere deep, deep down me there's that tamed beast that desires to be one with it, resonating the familiar richness that I have been looking for, the bridge: faith.
“Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” (Hebrews 11:1)
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