Some of the time I hear a melody and for hours, even days the tune plays again and again to me. What’s more, once in a while a tune strikes a chord for reasons unknown. It essentially saturates my cognizance from some lengthy failed to remember memory rising up out of stowed away breaks. Maybe full fledged or maybe it will require investment to reformulate, being pondered around subliminally until enough pieces make sense to frame a melody or maybe even a section or two. Playing delicately away behind the scenes of my brain, until at last the volume has expanded to a point that it thumps decisively on the entryway of my mindfulness.
Today, this tune from quite a while in the past did precisely that.
Today while the blooms actually stick to the plant,
I’ll taste your 인천가라오케I’ll drink your new wine,
1,000,000 days to come will all die,
‘Ere I fail to remember all the delight that is mine today…
I can’t be satisfied with previous days wonders,
I can’t live on guarantees winter through spring.
Today is my second and presently is my story,
I’ll snicker and I’ll cry and I’ll sing.”
With tunes, likewise with books or other data, there are in many cases new disclosures when
returned to over the long haul. This has come up in one or two discussions as of late. “Goodness, I recently read that once more and had an entirely different comprehension” “Did you at any point truly pay attention to the expressions of that tune?” “How could it be that I have perused that so often and a little while ago I see what it is truly talking about?” It is captivating to me how life appears to have subjects. It resembles an episode of a decent show (or sit com) where a similar subject is woven through numerous story lines endeavoring to ‘convey the idea’.
I have murmured and sung this old tune ordinarily in years gone by, however some way or another reviving it I hear the words once more interestingly (yes that little paradoxical expression was deliberate).
Today is your second and presently is your story. We can’t be satisfied with previous days wonders – or we botch the chance for brilliance is THIS second. We can’t live on commitments of what may be or we pass up the commitments satisfied we would say. Appreciate the blooms, taste the strawberries… Allow us to snicker… what’s more, cry… what’s more, sing!
My desire for us both today, is that we not waste 1,000,000 days to come ‘ere we fail to remember all the delight that is our own today.