If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.
Henry David Thoreau, 1817-1862
Every soul gives off special vibrations, and each heart produces a unique rhythm that the mind just naturally writes the lyrics for. But all too often, we allow the hustle and bustle of life to mute the special music composed for our ears alone. And if we cannot tune it in, we miss out on so much comfort and joy.
Children hear it without knowing what it means, while adults know what it means but are too busy or downtrodden to pay attention. Elders grow so serious they forget that internal treasures can be discovered, or rediscovered if need be, whenever we seek them out in an active way. And the reward is always well worth any effort applied.
Invest a bit of time in yourself. Find your drumbeat, close your eyes, and absorb its rhythm. Meet your inner child and invite them to dance, without caring if it appears foolish to outsiders, because it comes so naturally to you. Do not simply be satisfied to line dance with the masses, echoing movements choreographed by others. Keep pace with your own music and sway in your own way.
THINK ABOUT IT
LET IT GROW