May you, today, be the comma that shines a light for another to be a comma that shines a light for another to be a comma X infinity and beyond.
And now another way to say #LTMP.
I turn the music up,
Got my records on
I shut the world outside until the lights come on
Maybe the streets alight,
Maybe the trees are gone I feel my heart start beating to my favorite song
And all the kids they dance
All the kids all night
Until Monday morning feels another life I turn the music up
I’m on a roll this time
And heaven is in sight
I turn the music up, I got my records on From underneath the rubble sing a rebel song
Don’t want to see another generation drop
I’d rather be a comma, than a full stop
Maybe I’m in the black
Maybe I’m on my knees
Maybe I’m in the gap between the two trapezes
But my heart is beating and my pulses start
Cathedrals in my heart
As we saw, oh this light
I swear you emerge blinking into
To tell me it’s alright
As we soar walls Every siren is a symphony
And every tears a waterfall
Is a waterfall
Is a waterfall
Is a waterfall
Every teardrop
Is a waterfall
So you can hurt, hurt me bad
But still I’ll raise the flag
It was a waterfall
A waterfall
Every tear
Every tear
Every teardrop is a waterfall
One of the great pursuits of this life is to determine and discover what your music is and is to be. You do this by using your God-given talents, pursuing your passions, and adhering to the ideals that you find worthy of such pursuit. These are also known as your instruments.
But there is a cost.
To say yes to one thing, one must say no to another thing.
Henry David Thoreau once wrote, “The cost of a thing is the amount of what I call life which is required to be exchanged for it, immediately or in the long run.”
Which is why so many choose noise. It’s cheap. It’s easy. It’s a quick fix. It’s a life of instant gratification.
Music, on the other hand, requires romance…a long waltz in time with one’s instruments.
It’s the worth the cost as dividends are a friend of music.
What happens when the arts, a poetic experience, and the metaphor of music become the backbone of our lives, our families, and our economy?
I think only the future holds this answer, but it’s our role to move into the question and become the answer as the future unfolds.
You have a canvas. This canvas we speak of is your life. If you can, splash it with colors of joy, bravery, and whimsy…shadow it with purpose, meaning, and fullfilment…frame it with hope.
You have a stage. This stage is your business or your place to make change. And on that stage you probably have a phone that is a radio, that is a media company, that is the pony express, and that is your microphone and gateway to the world.
You have some sort of family…be it through blood or relationship. It’s your job to provide its theme.
This place is becoming less and less about science and arithmetic and more and more about the arts, music, and poetry.
This is what the sunrise has been trying to get us to hear.
We bestow the titles of mentor and, sometimes, hero to those that introduce us to the unknown, the unseen, and more appropriately – the overlooked. They introduce us to what would have no name and what would have never been noticed if we weren’t to have had them explain, reveal, or shine a light for us on the subject matter.
This introducing the world to what one sees, I believe, is one of life’s highest callings.
Paul Valery once said, “To see is to forget the name of the thing one sees.”
What do you see?
Or, what have you seen that you have kept to yourself? Hint: That was for us as much as it was for you.
We need your enlightenment. It’s a major part of why you are here.
If seeing isn’t your thing or you claim you “can’t” see, know that you would be hard pressed to find one inch of this world that isn’t pregnant with meaning.
I believe that you must exist with eager anticipation that the expectant world is screaming to be introduced to us all through you.