“Nobody said it was easy. No one ever said it would be this hard.” -Coldplay, "The Scientist"
That’s what I love about music. Its poetry with a beat that triggers something, that moves so deep inside you don’t know its hit you until you can hear the words echoing deep inside.
I love that lines which seem so simple on some days, are complex and life-changing on others.
I love the challenge that comes with words that speak truth into my life. Truth that was there all along, but that I needed help seeing and understanding.
I suppose that’s why music is so important. Why it serves as a lifeline. Why most significant journeys or moments in my life are memories triggered by the music that spoke to me during that time. For music has spoken to me in moments of great sorrow and pain, as well as great joy and celebration. It tells of heartache and it tells of struggle. It tells the story of overcoming and stories of new life.
Music tells stories. Stories of your life. Stories of my life. Stories of those we will never meet. Stories.
Who would we be without stories? Our stories make us whole. Make us human. Bring us together. Connect us.
In the end, its the stories that are said so well in lines like this one that draw us back to earth from wherever we are, be it drowning in muck and despair or high on a joyous cloud or joy. And when we are drawn “back to earth” - its there that we meet and encounter and share our stories with “others” - stories without which we would cease to exist. Cease to be human.
We were created for each other. We were created to share stories. Historically, music was used for this. Today, nothing much has changed. Music helps us live, understand and share our stories.
Today, I’m grateful for the music in and of my life.