Life Is Music That Never Ends

Themes change.
Movements end.
Meter, timing shift.

But the sound never stops. There are periods when the music is quiet, so quiet that one can miss hearing it at all.
If you stop...and wait...the sound swells again. Life signals you when you least expect it.
THAT is truth.
When you look for something, you tend to lose sight of everything else.
When you stop looking, merely sit and listen...what you sought may come to you.

As the Rolling Stones astutely observed, "You can't always get what you want. But if you try sometimes, you just might find...you get what you need."
And sometimes what you need coincides with what you want.

Is that luck? Providence?
Is life symmetrical? No, not in the least. Life is mostly unfair.
I would be willing to wager that even the most downtrodden upon this Earth have cause to celebrate and imagine that there is someone suffering more than they.

Why does this happen?
Why does there seem to be a tendency to find a balance point when by all rights we should spiral into darkness.
Many times we do not see nor hear the help all around us. We block it out.
Friends take many forms. Some will be able to help some will not be able for reasons of their own.
Like anything else of the heart, it takes chemistry.
Without that attraction we ignore the offers of solace. And that the offer itself may be a plea, we lose sight of that as well.

How we feed on pain! It is  gnawing rather than nourishment It is chewing on a bone when the main course stands before you.
Why?
When the heart is full of love, We can confront the greatest obstacles, we can do the impossible.
When in despair (sorry, Marilla) we can eschew help? We can forgo food. Very similar abilities to tackle things that seem mostly beyond our capabilities.
But the timing means all the difference between feast or famine of the soul.

So when you hear nothing but your own cries you are blocking out the very music you need.

The traditions of a New Orleans funeral are to play somber memorial music on the way to the grave. On the way home, the party begins! The dirge ends and the swing begins.
Even if you don't feel it at the moment, dance...move to the music.
You and the music will synch...you will hear the change in the song.