Decisions we make are very rarely straightforward. My younger self did not see the hidden nuances in people’s stories and painted all canvases around me one colour. I believed that a specific action meant the same thing in every context and every word carried the same meaning in every sentence. I understood each decision as being a melody, simply cause and effect. I never took the needed time to listen to the harmonies of people’s stories. I missed out on many symphonies simply searching for melodies.
Every year, I learn of new nuances and melodies that adorn our beautiful and tragic symphonies. I try to decipher each melody in our musical stories whilst appreciating the harmony she tells me. Every now and then, I think I hear of a lone melody only to hear different pitches and frequencies beneath it. I now listen to each new person I meet as a guest at the orchestra.
Our dynamic souls 