Life Is Like a Box of Music

“I wanna run away, the day to day is taking its toll on me.”

A slight creak echoes, and the world reveals itself. Full of stuffed teddy bears, toys, and love – it’s blinding. With just a single twist, a melody fills the atmosphere. A child watches me.

It’s the same thing everyday, I’m sick of it.

Everything around me is always spinning, it’s all just a blur. Here we go again, I thought to myself. 

It’s always been me, myself, and I. I don’t have anybody. I am merely just a spectator. There is nothing special about me. I’m not capable of doing anything else except for the one task I was assigned.  

How much longer am I going to live like this?

My life is like a song that just keeps looping forever and ever. A new day begins, just like the intro to the song. It’s calm and peaceful to many. We transition to the first section, then the second section. On some days, people experience a memory that brings them joy – a wonderful chorus. 

Similarly to a “Merry-Go-Round of Life,” I’m stuck where I am, circling around to the same song, at the same place forever. 

Time is precious, they say. It moves forward no matter what…I’m almost a bit jealous. Whenever the clock strikes twelve ‘o clock amidst the darkness, a new melody begins. For me, however, it only means the same song is starting over again.

“This ain’t really fun for me…”

I am still able to observe the outside world that is constantly changing. What once was a child’s fantasy became a safe haven for a teenager, then a simple memory for a growing adult. I have the ability to oversee everything from my view atop an old, wooden dresser. 

That is, until my vision was completely shut.

Confusion, the only way I could describe my feelings. Movements, rustling, and chattering was all I could make out. 

Before long, a flood of light leaked out from the ceiling above. I peeked out and saw the familiar girl, now a young adult chattering with her roommate. I guess I hadn’t realized how much time had truly passed, it was almost endearing.

A ballerina, twirling around gracefully on her toes. I see it now. She’s leaping in the air, making a full turn back. I see it – she’s me. Like I was flying in the air, I could feel myself being picked up and being turned towards my own reflection. 

That wasn’t the only thing – a completely different world was uncovered. One looking above a beautiful garden, with many different people walking by. It was almost as if I was looking at a moving painting. It was full of life and color. 

I can hear it… a beautiful chorus. No, it has always been the same. I understand now – I never took the time to truly listen the sounds around me. Change is always around us, even if we can’t see it. 

I watched and observed the view from the window sill.  Something different occurs every single day. The gentle breeze blowing against the leaves of a giant tree, the soft rippling of water from the fountain. It was calming. I could feel a few twists from below, and my dance began. This time, however, it felt different. It was like I was performing for my audience from beneath, even if nobody was watching. I felt like I was a part of this world, even if I’m just a simple music box.

“Every stranger makes me feel safer, and every person seems more beautiful.”

One thought on “Life Is Like a Box of Music

  1. “Every stranger makes me feel safer, and every person seems more beautiful” made me tear up because there were times when I felt isolated and it would take me a long time to understand that change was a process that benefits me. This post helps me broaden my perspective of change.


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