something i wrote on an old sticky note

I'm learning that things are most beautiful when they come and go at the perfect times. It's like music. Music is not music until all the noise it's made up of is arranged (until it finds itself... a quiet sound that can be loud... a long sound, a big sound with lots of attitude...) until you learn self-control and acquire that sense of when to hold on and when to let go. And what's hard is that it's all your choice. That's what makes anything an art. Anyways, sometimes you enjoy making noise so much that you never want to stop. But real beauty comes when the right instrument is touched in one hallowed moment and let go in the next. And I'm learning that the stops, the silences in between, are just as lovely as the sounds. They frame every resonation (or perhaps the the noise frame the silences), and they work together that way. Before they met, they both already seemed to be exactly the way they are supposed to be alone- a sound and a silence (or maybe a sound and a sound)- but together, they do greater things. They glorify each other.. 

*Inspired by the mind-blowingly creative genius that is our God and the song "Slow Your Breath" by Future of Forestry