The music of mind

All throughout my life, it has been others who have decided my course of action. I have been so weak that though I claim to fight the Rocky Mountains, yet I have never able to fight them. And these decision makers have always been there. They are still with me and they never leave me, perhaps I never let them go.

The symphonies they play bring excruciating pain and yet I crave to listen more. The rhythms are always out of sync with my frequency and yet resonations occur. In the orchestra of these countless musicians, I wish to play the role of the conductor. But it is never about the depth of the music I can produce, it has always been the arrogance that I can portray in front of my musicians that gives me the honor of holding that stick.

I wish I can fly away. To a world that is waiting for someone to write the new notes of the music of the mind. This will be the music in which every note will symbolize an emotion; every human will be free to act as a conductor with each note carrying a story of his own emotion, the purest one. There shall not be any dependence on others to create the music. The symphonies will elevate the starving souls to the higher orbit and minds will resonate in sync, despite each having its own frequency. For the bliss will not be in achieving resonance, but in getting thousands of frequencies giving something like mass pleasure.

And there shall the soul rest in peace. Amen.