Reading the following lines in Paulo Coelho's blogpost Praha, 1981 made me notice a tune that was still running at the back of my head. Here's what he wrote:
(...) I realized that something odd had happened: we had chatted for almost five minutes without being able to speak one another’s language. (...) We made ourselves understood only by gestures, laughter, facial expressions and the desire to share something. (...) The simple desire to share something had enabled us to enter into the world of language without words, where everything is always clear and there is not the slightest risk of being misunderstood.
Music holds the same magic for us -- a language I share with my two daughters since they were kids.
I been listening to several albums for the past few days but whenever I stop playing songs I've stored in my laptop, THAT same song starts playing again at the back of my head. That's LSS (last song syndrome) for you, if you may care to ask what's happening here.
"Ang galing talaga ni Bob Dylan," my eldest daughter suddenly remarked sometime last week, as she put down the earphones plugged in her ears. I was surprised to hear Bob Dylan's name instead of those other names of artists she and Kim enjoy listening to. "Post-punk music, Ma," Kim replied to my wondering look when I first heard those unfamiliar names.
Anyway, going back to Bob Dylan, I was really curious what particular song triggered such comment. I found out it's an old classic that has been covered by several artists ... a song entitled "To Make You Feel My Love".
At first it was plain curiosity that made me listen to this song. After a few more times of playing it back, I got hooked and been humming it to myself the whole day, just like it did to my eldest daughter...and everyone else here at home. Although I also like his other songs but I really think this is Bob Dylan's best song he has ever written and composed.
Here's Adele's version of the song.
Music, as I discovered it for the past decades, can touch us in certain ways. It would be an understatement to simply say I've been touched. I've been moved by this song!
This afternoon Bam looked surprised when I suddenly remarked, "Tindi nga ni Bob Dylan. Ang ganda ng kantang ito."
Uhm..." was all she said even though there was no music playing that can be heard by others. I guess she knew it's running here at the back of my head. By the time I opened this computer to write this blog I could hear her play the tune and chords in the piano ... and soon I was singing along with this song playing in the background.
Yah, sometimes, oftentimes it is difficult to express what's in our hearts with words. How many times have you experienced this, too? How were you able to communicate with another person when words do not suffice or they even tend to hold you back? I hope you could share your thoughts on this, too. I am now exploring better ways, more effective ways of communicating with others.
"Detachment for me doesn’t mean indifference. It means being able to be passionate about something and yet at the same time, having the ability to peacefully accept whatever it is that happens in the end. It’s about having the humility to accept that there are so many variables in the equation, and not everything can be achieved just by working hard on it, or by thinking that you are entitled to it because you are this and that. Life is full of these complex things. Being able to detach one’s self from the fruits of our labor, our pseudo-urgent wants, even from those we feel so much for, is an act of humility." ~Manila Gay Guy
It's been several months now since I last posted a write-up here in my blog. For the past 3 quarters, there have been several topics floating at the back of my mind, and one of them is about the art of detachment.
While faced with several challenges in my professional and personal life, I have longed for the comfort that writing about them could bring. Looking back now, and after reading this entry from one of my favorite blogsites, I realize that life has given me these challenges as venues to put into practice the art of detachment.
For now, I am trying to savor this moment of being able to break this momentum of silence, and have this entry posted here.
Thank you Sandwich Spy for the inspiration to write again ....
