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I hope that one day, you would find something to attune to. Something you can feel connected to. Something you can hear the Universe’s song with, and I hope you can jam along.
You see, the Universe is a traveling musician, composing life through music. Right now, for everything past and for the rest of eternity, the Universe plays a little song. Not everyone can hear the Universe’s song, and that’s okay. But to those that can, most hear it coming from things they love. Some may call it a passion, or a calling. In rarer cases, they find the song coming from every little thing, from the birds high above to the pebbles by the road.
The Universe’s song has no audible sound, but once you hear it, you will remember its tune forever. You will hear its rhythm in your heartbeats and its pitches in every work you speak. It has no words, yet you will hear its message through your soul. Once you understand its song, you will find yourself attuned to the Universe itself. You will be able to feel the presence of the Universe and its wonders in every little thing. And maybe, you might be able to understand what it means to truly live. That is what I wish for you, for anyone really, but especially for you.
Some days, you may not be able to hear the Universe’s song anymore. That is okay, that happens. You are a divine instrument that the Universe uses in its great song. And sometimes, like a guitar or other string instruments, you might become out of tune after a while. That is okay, you just have to find the song and attune to it again. When you find it again, it might sound different. That does not mean you found the wrong song, but simply that you are now playing a different part of its great orchestral piece.
I really hope that wherever and however you are now, you found something like that. Or if you haven’t yet, I hope you can find it soon. That is all I wanted to say. I only wish the best to happen to you. Whether or not we meet again, I hope we can find ourselves mutually connected through the Universe, playing different parts in harmony.
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Anyone and everyone is free to read these letters and stories, and they may interpret them as they wish.
I dedicate these letters to those I will never meet again. From friends that I have drifted away from, to strangers I pass by on the street once and never again. From the places I used to go, to places I visited as a foreigner. From memories I hold so dear, to feelings I know will never return.
[my main blog is @marocato]
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