An Interlude

for everyone who has ever played an instrument or follow music closely enough...there is typically a section of the piece that strays from the rest. that section is called the "bridge". it is meant to transition between long sections of the overall piece, and in that sense, i might be faulted in alluding to it. but in my context, i'll use it in a more harmonic/musical sound type of way.

so in that sense, the bridge comes up right when you've fallen into a flow...where the notes form a continuous and comforting melody...where your mind and soul intertwine with the sounds that carries you along its bars, and makes you jump at their staccatos. and then, with the flick of a baton, the orchestra pulls you away from that bubble and draw you into a transitional section with notes strewn together violently and erratically...you've been expelled from the symphony of music and impaled on a cacophony of noise.

life also has a similar way of doing that to you. when you finally feel comforted in the consistency of the ebbs and flows of existence, you are jerked overboard and are forced to swim in currents that pull you down, push you left or right, and seemingly keep you static. your body is so accustomed to the melodic waves that you need a moment to regain your footing, to allow your muscles to readjust to the atrophy...

with your body and heart beating together like the percussion section of the orchestra keeping the beat, your mind is the conductor that...again, with a simple snap of the baton...steers you away from the rip tide and brings you back to softer currents. where the music harmonizes and the beats are steady...where life slows down and the externalities minimized.

just like a symphony, life contains its many bridges. but what we cannot ignore or forget, is that no piece ever ends on a bridge.