then what do you make?
Full disclosure, I’m not sure of the exact answer, or if there is one specific answer. But it’s probably, metaphorically, some form of noise. Something unnoticed. Something lost in the mix.
A life that makes a difference is one that points or leads in a way in which people or things are not the same after being encountered to it.
Your music is the difference you’re here to make.
Noise bounces.
Music sticks.
Finally, The Game has a name: Change.
Victor Hugo once said ‘music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent.’
The same can be said for our lives.
In the end, your music will be what we call your life and your life will be what we call (and what you call) your music.
Few of our spoken words will hang frozen in time, but our action and love will echo for ages.
Couple this idea with Shakespeare’s thoughts, ‘If music be the food of love, play on, give me excess of it.” This now takes us into the law of reciprocation in which all areas of our lives can benefit.
The pursuit of more life begets a deeper and wider life.
The pursuit of more love begets deeper and wider love.
The pursuit of more music begets deeper and wider music (remember, this is that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent).
More X More = More and More and More and More.
Life, love, and music, when pursued, reciprocate the pursuit with themselves and there’s a fountain flowing deep and wide.
As much as we may think music about the musician, it’s not about him or her.
When we make our music we find ourself in an experience full of meaning, purpose, and fulfillment. Simultaneously, we’re giving a gift to the world.
Imagine a joy so unexplainable that it spills over and gives joy to those who encounter it.
That is what happens when we make our music. We swap joy.
Giving > Receiving.
We all have gardens that obey the universal laws of harvest.
Cultivate the garden and the garden grows and blooms brilliantly with beauty and produce. Neglect the garden and the weeds spread and eventually take over. With either choice there’s an aftermath of growth.
Your art is a garden. Your family is a garden. Your career is a garden. Your hope is garden. Your passion is a garden. Let’s go deep…your soul is a garden. Let’s go wide…your life is a garden.
No matter your garden, your job isn’t to simply show up.
Your job is to cultivate day after day. Rain, sleet, snow, or shine.
Like it or not, something is going to grow.
Weeds: Noise. Flowers : Music.
And lucky farmer is an oxymoron.
Ashton.Gustafson 