High And Low Notes

Who doesn’t familiar with Mitch Albom’s brilliant work ‘The Magic Strings of Frankie Presto’. It is one of my favourite. The literature is comprehensible but I was lost somewhere in the first few pages, thinking what was it trying to say – Music, baby, mother’s womb, guitar and suddenly about the magical strings. Nonsense! I almost stopped reading it. And then, okay, I braced myself continued reading. Until then I knew that I would be a foolish enough if I’d lost my patience and shut it.

“This is life. Things get taken away. You will learn to start over many times – or you will be useless.”

Our life is not constant. Well I don’t believe that we have to sacrifice to be happy or successful either. Forget the “life is fair” or “life is unfair”. You know what, life is like that. We have to understand our nature on how to survive in this world. We won’t grow into a person that we are at present if we don’t go through this “evolutionary process”. Whatever circumstances that we face, there’s always a price. So what do we do. We live in it, we embrace it and be thankful for it. Whether it be good or bad.

“The secret is not to make your music louder, but to make the world quieter.”

To be discovered, we struggle in life. To be praised, we struggle in life. To make it to the top, we struggle in life. Life without struggle is not normal even though one is gifted since infancy. Frankie Presto had proven it. We have to make a huge effort to create the right notes, producing a harmony. The music that will change our life. Yes, it will take years and years to make that sounds right. But what’s important – we have to have the courage to change the pitch. “…the six lives he changed with his six magical blue strings.”

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“But you cannot change your past, no matter how you craft your future.”

To be honest, my past wasn’t at all so good. I had both pleasurable and painful memories. All I did was ABCD which seems logical – accept, believe, change and determined. No one will be able to forget the past even though the quote is everywhere. Now that is a real bullshit. The bad ones can haunt you and predominate if you play the wrong notes. We have to help ourself to unmask it. Stand up and be confident. We create the future by learning from our past. Because without our past we will never discover our melody.

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For you, a thousand times over (Part 1)

For those who have read this amazingly gripping story could make out many interesting quotes.

“When you kill a man, you steal a life. You steal his wife’s right of a husband, rob his children of a father. When you tell a lie, you steal someone’s right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness.” – Khaled Hosseini, Kite Runner

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As a matter of fact, I just read half of the book. Each chapter gives you an unforgettable important message and morals. I was moved by every lines which were beautifully written, with mixed emotions of raged, sympathy, betrayal and agony. I kept flipping through the pages dwell on the friendship stories of Amir and Hassan particularly. Their friendship grew as time passed by. Hassan always considered Amir as his dearest friend. Meanwhile Amir reluctantly accepted Hassan as a friend and only treated him as a loyal servant. At one time, an unexpected event occurred which was heartbreaking, really – I blame on bullying and stereotyping.

Just like that, their relationship torn apart. Why would Amir kept blaming himself while Hassan was the victim? I’m sure at the end Amir regretted what he had done. Will he be able to recover his broken relationship with Hassan?

When you tell a lie, you steal someone’s right to the truth. Is it wrong to lie to save the life of someone we love.

To be continued…

The power of love between siblings

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Photo Credit: fotyography (yoga pramula). DeviantArt. My Sister’s Keeper.

What makes us siblings different from strangers. We don’t have to greet to meet. We fight and forgive, but never forget. We treat one another like best friends or enemies. But during a family gathering, we just push whatever it is that’s standing between us aside and enjoy each other’s company like nothing ever happened.

The way we communicate. Oh, it’s extraordinary. The minute we see each other’s face, bam! we get the signal. I wonder if there’s a scientific reason for that. Not that our brains are connecting directly anyway.

No matter how many miles we live apart, we are always have a strong relationship. The power of love between siblings is truly an infinite.