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বুধবার, জানুয়ারী ১২, ২০১১

The orchestra

There is the dawning of truth in each of us. Sometimes for us, the light comes through a lot of grief and loss. Eventually, when there is nothing to be lost, we find hope, because we have won the battle with the fear of losing. Like a meadow that looks sublime from far, but in truth has the wildest and prickly grass on it, life with a closer look, has all the sublimity packaged in its thorns. We do not want to die, however difficult the package.

In this orchestra where all are participants, we play our own score. When we lose a tune or two, the others playing around us keep us afloat with melody. When we forget how to play our own instrument, no body can teach us. If we mimic anyone but us, we fall short. We learn something from the others -- and in the darkest hours prepare our own broken score, piece by piece. I love my friends for joining in the orchestra of life, making it richer by the day, and deeper by the night. I love them for taking me in with their own orchestra. The music does not fade, like an old melody the familiarity of friends grows fonder. 

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