Why? Because it's my song. It's the song that plays in my head. It plays when I'm sad, hurt, happy, loved, scared, tired, overwhelmed, overjoyed, and upset. It's a song that has neither words, nor notes. I can't hum it, nor can I play it. It's too perfect for man, yet too flawed to be shown. This song is not made by me, for I could not compose such a complex piece. I didn't choose the rhythm or the beat. I didn't choose the style. No, some greater being that knows me better than I know myself chose everything.
At times I don't like the song. It's often atonal and cruel. Sometimes it's screechy and loud. It pierces my mind and I collapse, hoping to avoid it. But my song cannot be deleted. It cannot be stopped.
Other times the song is the most beautiful thing I have ever heard. The invisible melody floats through my thoughts and the meter is perfect. It pierces my soul and I rise up to be better than I can ever possibly be.
No one else can hear my song. It's a good thing too. For everyone has their own song, one to find, experience, and love.
There is no one I would rather be than me.
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