Music.

Music. The one thing that can put a smile on my face no matter how unpleasant I feel. The rhythms that move my staggering heart in a steady beat. The sweet melancholy that the minor notes bring. The capacity to completely reverse the direction of my blood flow. It is not a part of me, rather it consumes me. It sparks my inspiration.

Music is motivational, it makes one think. Think about life, passion, love, anger, faith, and even knowledge.

"Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings To the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything." -Plato

Music tells a story, even without lyrics. With lyrics, the words are heightened, climaxed, and elevated. Music can be a warning, bring hope, Mourn with you, soothe you. Music Is powerful, it is the strongest form of magic.

As everyone does, I hear music in my own way. In a song, I envision my own story as it is played. I Imagine my own lyrics, or characters regardless of the songs current lyrical story. I often wonder what a song would sound like If I tweaked it one way or another.

In an instrument, I imagine colors or wind blending with the movement of a complimenting instrument. I think about the different families of instruments acting like siblings, clashing with each other, fighting with each other, yet each one bringing something different to the family unit in their own complimentary way therein completing the family and, although a solitary instrument may not be as strong sounding, but when reenforced by its brothers and sisters, they become an army. An orchestra.

I hear rhythm in the trees as they move, the leaves as they smack together, I hear music in water, the way it swishes and splashes. There is music in my steps, in wheels, in cars, in clothing as it is worn on my body. Even animals Sing. It's everywhere.

I've Heard that in heaven everything is more Vibrant, colorful, and bold. I read a story about someone who had crossed over and come back, and they had said that everything sang. The trees, the flowers, the rivers. Everything was alive. If I really hear what I think I do, and have a glimpse of what it's like, and I've not seen anything as bold as heaven, and yet it's so involved in my life, then I can't wait to go to heaven.

From My Patriarchal blessing:

"Love, hear, and see the beautiful things in life. Let your heart sing with joy and rejoice in the hymns of Zion. Let music be an important part of your life."

I have yet to discover my part in the world of music, but I think about it everyday. Ninety percent of my day is spent with a song or many songs stuck in my head. Some are made up, some are not. Sometimes I just sing my words, which, is usually annoying. Many apologies for all of my musical "Hi, how are youuuuu" 's, or my sarcastic opera impersonations, but i can't help it.

Music is my addiction. I need it to survive. I will sing, and play, and make something beautiful for others to hear. One day. It is my biggest goal to learn every string instrument, and I will. One day.