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Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Whimsical Wednesdays

“Those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”
  • William Shakespeare

Music makes everything better. Even the most monotonous task seems to fly by with the perfect playlist to listen to. Music promotes a certain joy and inspiration in the souls that it touches. Music, like so many other things in life is a choice. You have to choose to listen to it. So to with the music of life. One has to choose to appreciate the chirping of birds as they tilt their heads towards the heavens and let the melodies procure from their mouth. One must decide to pay mind to the crisp foggy October mornings when the aroma of burning leaves permeates the air. This is the soundtrack of our lives, that we have to choose to focus on, this is the recipe of dancing through dilemmas, twirling through trials, and remaining carefree despite the circumstances. I like to think that every life is a song, and that we have the power to choose the genre based on the way we live our lives. There are two kinds of people, those who choose to hear the music that God gives us, and those who don’t. Often the people who choose to focus on, and live by the music find joy, and they seem to dance through life, while those who have chosen to ignore the music can only stare in wonder at those who dance through dilemmas, deaf to the music that makes it possible.  As the great poet William Shakespeare said in his quote above, “Those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” I ask you today to join me in focusing on the music of life, staying positive through predicaments, finding strength dance through dilemmas, and stay carefree during foreboding circumstances. Let’s make the song called our life, a hit that is heard through the ages, and remembered far after we are gone. Keep listening to the music, keep dancing!

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful word Riley! I like you will always choose the music.

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