Life Beyond The Notes

I walked past her music stand and noticed what it held. Violin sheet music. At least, I thought it was. She had marked and highlighted every part of it. I had to draw my eye closer just to see the notes.

She told me that she understood each of those highlights. She knew their purpose and they all served as reminders of past corrections. "And anyway Mom, it looks like a work of art."

I've looked at that sheet music day after day. After every lesson, more appear. The details get fined-tuned, her notes more precise. And as she plays, I seem to wonder if Life isn't just like her sheet music. The notes are all there, we just have to learn to play them according to the plan.

Most of the time, all I can see are the highlights and corrections. They seem never ending and they tend to stand out more. I forget that there are notes buried under it all. And because of that, I can't even hear the music they play.

But Life is also a work of art. Our very own. Mine doesn't look like yours and my notes play a different melody as well. Maybe we need to stop focusing on the things we are doing wrong, those highlighted details. And instead focus our eyes on finding the steady rhythm our notes offer. Hear them and soak them into our soul. I have a feeling that our music will never be sweeter.

Find your notes today and sing them true.