Do you know what it’s like to hear a rhythm in everything? I feel it in every song, every syncopation, every pattern becomes a rhythm in my head. When I study, I associate the material to a song and when I need to recall it, I play the song back in my head. This is how much rhythm permeates everything I do. When I can’t sleep at night, I lull myself off to dreamland by inventing and playing various rhythms with my hands on my headboard. I could launch into an explanation of why I think I am so connected to the idea of rhythm and music, but I’ve already done it and anyone reading this probably already knows.
I have recently gotten into a groove, a lifestyle rhythm that’s been working out pretty great for me. Not, of course, without the help of others whose opinions I greatly value. Each one of those people have a song that I associate only with them and no one else, a rhythm that belongs only to them in my eyes. When I need those people the most, I find them first in their song because the song will usually elicit the emotional response I need to help me think through a situation. But, as I have said, often those people are helping me before I even seek them in song. Some people are just like that. Wavelength? Rhythm.
This current lifestyle rhythm is something I really want to maintain and I will do what is required to maintain it. If I must sever ties, so be it. If I must forge new bonds, so be it. Come what may, there are ideas and feelings that are too important in the grand scheme of things to abandon or negate. I believe in the law of return. Maybe most people call it karma. It doesn’t matter. I will give to others the best I can, the best parts of me. If they do the same in return, I will continue, however, if they take and take and never give back, there is little room in my rhythm for someone being off beat. Those who I have shared the most with about myself are those who have shared back, those who accept my rhythm, even when the syncopation is slightly off. These are the people and ideas I want to surround myself with. People who understand the rhythm, at least, understand what it means to me.
Rhythm, you either have it or you don’t.
