Melody & Harmony

He said, "I often feel as though I'm trying to harmonize with everyone around me. I have a hard time making my own melody."

What I didn't say was, "I'm the maestro of melody, and I need your harmony."

What I should have said, "Let's share, and I'll try to harmonize more and conduct less."

All I know is that we make beautiful, sweet music, even if it hits a discordant note or two on its way to perfection.

Given a Day

Most days, there comes a time that I think about a time that has not come yet. Planning. Thinking about me. Then, it's about this time, that I realize how utterly selfish this concept is. Then I plan some more.

Some days, I think things are finite and just as they are. Really, it's our nature, ain't it? Grab onto any sense of stability. Hold firm. Hold the line of fire. Then I fire my day job and get a night job.

Other days, I almost think I got it down pat. This concept of living. Then I stub my toe and realize that there just isn't one perfect way to live.

This day, I thought about change. I thought about making it, saving it, watching it, commentating on it. And then I decided to change my necklace to a scarf.

I took a walk, but it changed me.