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Harmony and Discord.
What we like and dislike, what harmonises to our ear and what hurts is largely a matter of arbitrary choice. It's something set by the culture you live in and the society you dwell within.
If this is false, there would not be so many varieties of music out there. And I don't simply mean Jazz vs Rock. Major, minor, Modal. Eastern and Western. Scales are radically different. Rythyms change, and alternate, and clash.
I like them all. Or, more accurately I guess, I don't dislike many.
I believe that this is true in life also. There is a rythym to life. A melody to be heard and followed. Believe is wrong. I *know* this. I feel it with every fibre of my being.
This is to what is meant when people say "It just felt right". "We had a moment". And so on.
Because the melodies of life at *that* point, converged and harmonised. I can feel it's approach when it happens. When life becomes..... cinematic.
I see things differently. I laugh a lot. People take offence to it. I see the plot unfold, the troubles that have risen up in their own life that the writer has *clearly* put there for them to overcome. And I laugh at the simplicity of it all. Of the irony. Of the inherent *humour* of the situation. But they feel that I am laughing at *them*.
I like to listen to the traffic. To the people on the street. To the noise. To the *music* of the city, of life. Of the sound of empty fields. Of the wind in the trees. To my heartbeat. To the sound/feel of my blood rushing around my body. And when the music ends, we die....
The music is everywhere. It has a pattern that can be seen/heard and followed. It leads me. It leads me to do silly things. But some things are inevitable (as mentioned in a previous post). Are key points that mark my life and open up the next plot several scenes later. People laugh with wonder when they see an episode in their favourite TV show that links into something 2-3 series(s) ago. I laugh when I see it in my own life.
How I missed a key choice, and it's knock-on effect in my life.
How I can almost see the shadow-Brian who didn't skip out of Mechanical Engineering because (at the time) it wasn't something we wanted to do. He's pretty happy. I'm not sure what he's doing, exactly, but he's satisfied. His life is worthwhile, had a semblance of meaning.
The melody has changed. The bridge has occured. His theme has changed from mine, and we no longer co-exist. I've been looking for a way for the melodies to harmonise, to unite them. But it will take far more energy than I can currently generate.
And so I follow this melody. This tune.
It's not worse. Or better. Just different. It's inexorable.
I don't have to listen to it. But it's pretty. It's going somewhere, leading to something. I can feel the swell, the crescendo. It may be months in the making, but I don't think it'll be much more than a year.
There is change on the horizon. Permanent.
I sense a new motiff. The bridge is coming to a close. The movement is drawing to an end.
I await the next with anticipation.
And no, this is neither an analogy, nor a metaphor.