Can You See Me?

Curious title, isn't it? But hopefully you can see me, or something malfunctioned along our lines of communications. As they say, music is one of the three international languages. And music has never failed my life, except for occasional intense competition. When that occurs, practice goes up in a uproar.

Sometimes I feel the world would be a better place if we didn't have a scattered heritage; if we didn't judge each other by ethnicity and rituals. But life would be too predictable that way, wouldn't it? Of course, you have to reach Expectations before exploring beyond it, but once in a while I think of time as a gamble. You can't always control it, but through common sense, structured logic, calculated probability, and a spirit of adventure, you can hypnotize the fundamentals. The twists and turns prove a different matter, but who would want to influence that? Enthusiasm fails me there.

It would be interesting if the vernacular of every existing nation were music. Poco, vivace, and fortissimo would echo along the halls as we step into a brighter, more radiant environment. You see, all the terrors that wreck lives and dominate authority are essentially resurrected by humans, questionably our most highlighted trait the ownership of conscience. Thinking, to most people, is mostly imperceptible, due to our ancestry and the evolution that constructed our fluent momentum. Thus, our unnoticed mundane mistakes dissipate into fireworks that extinguish our balance and even savor the sweet success over some other "lesser" life form as well. If only our emotions could lapse and share a common goal, and we let go of the worth of the individual. Something would most definitely would arise from the shadows then, and our perceptions of "utopia" and "dystopia" would never coexist once more. One cannot function without the other but neither is a recipient of reality.

Of course, some uninitiated killjoy will probably nonchalantly pass by to ask, "Can music really do all that?" Well, first of all, nothing's guaranteed, so that question is a little invalid. But while music may not be able to end the will for wealth (for lust will never become extinct), it can lend a hand in connecting individuals and allow us to see each other in a new mirror, one that is fearless for the truth but willing to accept it.

If you are wondering why this blog is bestowed with the most humble title 'Vibrato', my simple response is that it is the essence of what makes music rich and resonant. Whether the vibrato is silvery or toad-like (if that even makes sense), it will never cease to fulfill its true definition. And I'll leave that thought for you to complete.

I swear my heart in saying that I will give my full efforts in trying to introduce myself in a clearer fashion for the next post. If my ramble-y self overwhelms you, please discontinue the reading of this blog. I do not want to be guilty of heart or lung problems, for that would be most disconcerting.

Until next time!