words, like nature...

...half reveal, half conceal the soul within.

"every flower has to go through a lot of dirt" - lauren bond

"our life is what our thoughts make it" - marcus aurelius antonnius

"the next time your mind wanders, follow it around for awhile" - jessica masterson

Sunday, July 2, 2006

it's a matter of...

...timing, my friend.

"No music, no life...live to the rhythm of your dreams...", CHaliLEo (2000)

everything is about timing, even luck - and i quote oprah winfrey, "luck is when preparation meets opportunity". there are too many examples in the life that surrounds us. when accidents occur, it's mere seconds either you hit the car in front of you, or you get to step on the brakes. when you play football, it's the difference between getting ahead of your opponent, or getting a yellow card for late tackle. when you're courting the girl of your life, it's either you say hi to her now while she's waiting for the bus, or it'll be too late once the bus comes. you get the picture.

and in life (in my most humble opinion), there's no better keeper of time than music. different music has different timing/different individuals have different paths to chart. a good music successfully harmonizes the beats of the drum with the wailing of the guitars, the stretches in the lyrics, and the blaring of the trumpets.

there's jazz, rock, rnb, hiphop...you name it. different music are just reflections of different musicians who, at the core of it are just various individuals. but, they are individuals who have managed to bring out the beats that runs through their veins. each of us have a certain beat that runs through our veins. and that beat changes/develops as we become aware of the other 'instruments' that exist in life.

we are all, in fact, musicians in our own right. some of us title our music "Enter Sandman", "Black Hole Sun", "Genie In A Bottle", "Smooth Operator" and so on. some others, title our music as "The Man Who discovered America", "The First Woman President", "The Man Who Discovered Electricity", etc.

to most of us, we get only one chance to write one piece of music. and, most of the time, only very few can truly appreciate our brand of music like "The Greatest Ever Parent", "The Boy Who Conquered His Fear", and so on. me, i'm snapping my fingers and tapping my feet to the rhythm that sends me to sleep every nite with a smile...it's still a work in progress.

visualise and realise...