Life is a symphony; we are the instruments, constantly changing and evolving throughout the entirety of the musical phenomena. But the beautiful cadence of sound remains with us. The notes never cease to please the soul, evoking the deep-seated emotions of even the most stoic of characters in the audience. Every string, brass, and woodwind plays their own part by offering a different wavelength of vibration, one no better than the other, only different--but the best kind of different there is. Without the widespread diversity of sound within a symphony, the production would be no more than white noise. No cadence. No complexity. Just noise, distracting the mind and stagnating the soul.
Our bodies are these instruments. Not one of us is just like the other, but we seem to live in a society that places a certain type of body on a pedestal for others to follow. Instead, we should be living our unique and eccentric truths EVERY. DAMN. DAY. We carry our own variety of notes and pitches and volumes and when we play together as one, our voices coalesce into a melody that is unparalleled. This is music. This is beauty. This is love.
Decade after decade, such an emphasis has been placed on the appearance of our bodies, that we tend to treat them as objects. We have limited ourselves to our noun form, existing only as things, unchanging and boring; In reality we are verbs, vibrating with energy, moving and growing and learning each day. In the grand scheme of things, our bodies are merely the vessels through which we share the light of our souls. We are not objects. We are light, LIGHT!!! The bringer of all life originating from the sun, which then cascades its way into human energy. Us human beings and doings and lovings and dancings and amazings of this world get to experience the phenomena of light from deep within our souls. It is our duty to reflect this light back to create an eternal brightness that radiates love.
If we are all a valuable asset to the whole, then why are we undermining each other’s greatness? How can we downplay someone else and still expect to achieve the most melodic of songs on the stage of life? When we build each other up, we can hear the difference. There is artistry, charm, and intricacy in each and every note. This is music. This is beauty. This is love.
But we cannot love others until we first love ourselves. Having this confidence is hard. It seems impossible when we see magazines and watch commercials that show us what we should look like and what we should eat, but these are mere lies. You should never should yourself, no matter how hypocritical this piece of advice may seem. You know yourself and your body. Therefore you must respect it and cherish it with all of your being.
When we convene at the acme of the symphonic experience in an aura of self-love, the miracle happens. We hear the music in our souls and feel it in our hearts, reaching a state of reverence that gives meaning and purpose beyond our comprehension.
We are music. We are beauty. We are love.