Rhythm's Journey

XIII - 'Feelings and Emotions'

"My mother used to tell me stories about an instrument,"

The boy smiled softly as he gently wiped the surface of the grand piano with his microfiber cloth, his hands patting the instrument as though she was somebody whom he cherished very much.

"She talks about her adventures with her favourite instrument and how her instrument had brought colours into her life,"

I stole a glance at the boy as I heard him, staring directly into his eyes, wondering if he and his mother were the same person, or they had just happened to encounter the same pathways in life.

I was even suspicious of his words, hoping that the boy wasn't making up lies in using his mother to cover up his gratitude and affection for the grand piano, yet I have always seen him as a child with a golden heart, where lies had no place to exist in his life.

There was no other way to listen to the rest of his stories without having to convince myself into believing every single thing that came out of him. The boy's tales were too bizarre, and he had loads of them waiting to be told, it just somehow seemed to me that he had made up all these stories just because he would have the excuse to stay longer at the forest, by the grand piano's side.

It took quite a while to fully persuade myself into ignoring his strange stories, and I was fully prepared to sit right in front of him, where he wouldn't be able to see me, just to listen to him all day long.

"You see, my mother played the grand piano as well."

I can listen to him no more!

"She would play from the morning till the moon arises, and yet she wouldn't stop, only if father comes back home for dinner,"

The boy let out a small chuckle as he talked about his mother, seemingly that he had loved her just as much as she did, and it had occurred to me that his voice had shaken a little, accompanied by several sighs from him.

That came with the thought of where his mother could be, or whether she was still here with him till this day. The reason he had chosen to visit the forest every day with no stops had suggested hints of loneliness that surrounded him.

Whether she played a significant role in his life had become another question that my curiosity had chosen to feed on, I was unsure if it was best to investigate one's relationship with their family without having their consent or more to say, a proper introduction.

"The thing was that mother had loved her grand piano very much, and she would play me her favourite pieces every once in a while, showing me the ways to cherish an instrument's purpose,"

I looked at the boy, suddenly reminded by his thoughtful actions towards the grand piano, having to just understand that his good values weren't given talents after all, he was just a well-educated boy who has learned the ways of taking care of the things he loved.

Through the ways he had portrayed his mother, it almost seemed as though his mother was a rather affectionate parent who has spent most of her life dedicated to music, and to remind her children about the secrets to unlocking music in their lives, as she had hoped that her son would cherish the magical sound of life just as much as she did.

The boy had several different emotions mixed in him as he started his second story of the day. It looked as though he was slightly teary, yet he managed to suppress these strong negative forces back into himself, ignoring the tiny hints of pain as he reminisced with a small, handsome smile.

I began to wonder why he had to do so, hiding away his feelings as though it was a crime to feel the sadness around him, he made emotions seem more complicated than they should have been in his life.

Humans can feel for a reason, and that of course, was one of the inspiring theories that have convinced me into getting hold of human nature. I supposed it was rather fascinating that humans were chosen to build emotions and feelings, and unlike any other species in the world, humans would laugh and cry.

Humans would smile, chuckle, grin and giggle. To make life fair, humans had to cry and get angry when things had turned the other way around, because that was simply the rules that humans had to obey in order to continue feeling emotions.

I had observed the boy's habit of avoiding negative feelings whenever he was to encounter them, and all he would choose to do was to hold in that uncomfortable sensation and pretend as though he didn't feel a single thing at all, not even the slightest bit of ache in his heart.

There was once a saying from my little bits of memory that emotional pain just happened to feel the same way as having thousands of knives cut across your heart, and sometimes it would be much worse when you would try to hide the pain away, like salt seasoned on your freshly cut wounds.

If that was the case, I have always wondered if the boy had felt this way when he was to avoid those very troublesome emotions of his. I wondered if he was in pain as well, and the reason he was afraid to face them, as though things would turn much worse if he were to accept them.

If humans were to follow the rules of nature, wouldn't it have been easier if you would try to understand how unwanted emotions were to approach you every time you choose to hide away?

If humans had the blessings to feel,

Why was avoidance even a choice...?

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Quote of the day: "If life was a piano, light and darkness would be the keys. And shadows would be the melody that creates the harmony." Joe Rodriguez