BETWEEN MUSIC AND SILENCE

Everything in this world begins with sound.
Life begins with a chlіd’s cry, every day begins with an alarm clock, even our universe began with the Big Bang - I wasn’t there, I didn’t hear it, but I’m ready to bet it was very loud💥.

A new day begins with birds singing if you live outside the city - or with the noise of cars outside your window if you live in the city.It doesn’t matter. What matters is that day is started🌤️. And even if you isolate all the sounds around you - there will be no silence inside.There will be an inner voice, the very first thought that comes to you and, like a sound wave, moves between your head and your heart. Listen to your inner voice more often - it definitely doesn’t want to deceive you or sell you anything🤭.

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Everything ends in silence.

One day there will be a moment - you won’t see messages from me, you won’t see my stories, you won’t see posts, you won’t even see that terrible spam advertising that creators of my level somehow can’t refuse. I won’t ask how you are, how your day went, and I won’t wish you good night. I won’t say a single word - and there will be silence and that’s okay😇.

We will all fall silent someday - this moment comes in every person’s life. No one has managed to avoid it yet: neither canonized saints nor obvious sinners.They say silence is golden. But there are no pockets in the afterlife🙄.So let’s value what we have now: the ability to speak, to communicate, to express emotions, to shout at each other and to whisper. Let’s do it and let’s do it sincerely. Let’s get offended - so we can forgive later. Get angry - so we can smile again. Argue - so we can make peace.

In exactly this order - until silence takes each of us🥰.

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All our life is a symphony.
A symphony that we make sound the way it does through our actions - for ourselves and for those around us. Some barely touch the piano keys.
Some strike the lower octave with all their strength. Everything is in our hands🫵. Everything we say and bring into this world lives in our words and the tempo at which our symphony plays depends on us.

I’m no longer in a hurry like I used to be. I’m not afraid of not making it in time. I’m not afraid of playing the wrong notes. I’m learning to live in my own rhythm_**🎵**_. I control the tempo of this composition, and I feel comfortable in it. Not always - but far more often yes than no. Everything is on time in my symphony. Do you live at your own pace - or at a pace imposed on you? It’s a difficult question. **But no matter the tempo your song plays in, I wish with all my heart that it plays for as long as possible. **
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I haven’t put my thoughts into a long text in a while - they just accumulated, and I decided to share. May everyone find something here for themselves😘. May your symphony in the coming year sound for you, bring joy to you and your loved ones. Happy holidays. May all your dreams come true in the new year✨. And if there is silence - let it be only on the front line. May the whistle of bullets and the explosions of shells fall silent☮️. May the curtain close on the theater of war in every corner of our already small planet called Earth✌️🕊️.