Music Will Not Abandon Me
Recent events have me thinking. Going through the divorce, financial ruin, moving, health problems, and loneliness I wonder why I don’t completely go over the edge. Why am I not a psychological mess curled up in a fetal position under my bathroom sink? Why do I get up each day thinking things will be better?
In times of crisis and turmoil many find religion and faith comforting. I have to admit I am not religious at all. I do believe in God but think He (or She) is a “hands-off” God. Oh maybe once in a while He might pop in to check up on you but for the most part I think God is off on much more important business than my life. We are pretty much on our own I think. Although my faith is not totally absent in my life it is not what holds me together. In a single word “Music”.
Being a musician has given me a much deeper understanding and appreciation of how truly miraculous and healing music can be. It is my constant companion. My love for Music is unconditional even when I am at my worst. It fills me with overwhelming joy during good times. It comforts me through the worst of times. It is sweet and sentimental allowing me to reminisce about events and people.
Music lifts me above the mundane drudgery of life. Sometimes music makes me cry so hard yet assures me I will be ok. Music harbors no grudges, no misunderstandings. It’s never jealous. Music doesn’t judge me for my imperfections. Music is never hurtful or dishonest. Music trusts me. Music will never die. Music holds me when no one else will. It will never abandon me.