Music

As the lyrics to Carpe Diem by Aldebert rush forth, the speed of my hands on the folding and dishwashing also accelerates. Even when the Disc jumped on to I’ll Make Love To You. Yes, music has always been inspirational. It has taken me to all sorts of moods and all highs and lows. It could provoke a torrent of sobs or a laughing hysteria. It takes me to romantic interludes and high school parties, even the forgotten face of a lover. I believe this can take me back to myself, that part of me which has been lost. It seems I jumped on to a stage which I am not ready for, simply because I skipped something in between. Looking closer, it’s missing the part where I backpack before I get married and have children. I had children first, got married and did not exactly backpack. I started backpacking to Ifugao, though, and got interrupted. I have to continue that before I go back to having children and then getting married. Only then can I feel that I have followed the cycle of life. This I need to resolve, otherwise I will never lose that feeling of missing something. Who knows what else I will find along the way – my missing mission, my missing self….