a symphony of noise.

You sit down in your seat, anxiously awaiting that first note of the deep bass or the violinist pulling her bow across her string to tune her beautiful instrument, and your heart begins to feel alive. You realize that you are about to be taken away to a life unlike your own and that you're about to be enraptured by the talent and the passion before you. Your ears are about to be whisked away to a world that was written a hundred years ago by a man whose love for music drove him to insanity. So you sit, and you fidget, and finally the small claps in the audience around you dull and the music begins.

The maestro comes to his box, his hands raise up to a perfect pause, and we're off.
One note.
Two notes.
A few more instruments.
And finally, the symphony is fully alive. It's breathing it's tones down your throat and your head is filled to the brim as you imagine the story that the composer is trying to get you to feel.

It begins. It slows. It gets dark. It gets hard. It goes up and it goes down. It gets quiet. It gets silent. It gets angry. It gets powerful. It gets moving. It gets hard again and then there is a beautiful twist that reminds you that life always picks itself back up and keeps playing.

And then, after your heart is beating with the bass line and your fingers are twisted together as you await to hear what kind of final note the composer chose, you hear it coming.. You hear the buildup, the schism of stringed instruments as they burst into life, as the clarinets and pianists are furiously playing their part, leading you into the unknown. And here is it is. Here are those happy notes. Here is the end to this symphony. This is when the composer turns it into a story with meaning. It's when it goes from notes and instruments into something so much more lovely. Into something so much more personal. Into something really beautiful.

This succession of instruments harmonizing together reminds you that this symphony is your life. It takes the sad notes, the happy notes, the dark, the light, the buildup, the breakdown and then finally the crescendo to make you realize how beautiful your symphony is.

"There is a cadence to life, times of quiet and times of action; faith is about finding your tempo"

-Bob Goff