When other speak, do you listen?
Life is like music, it is without definition or interpretation. Everything is subject to a persons own depth, knowledge and experience.
I listen to the keys being played on this piano and I find a comfort in its softly subtle notes. Each note reaches the very depths of my beings and bring about a different memory each time, all the while not asking for anything in return for this gift.
Did we really loose sight of what really matter through greed? Or perhaps it was through a sense of pride and that ever growing narcism that engulfs the minds of the many.
When you read this can you feel what I feel?