Looking at the old drum in the corner of my room it reminds me of something. Anytime I look at it, I feel a spark just like the wood and the leather. It reminds me to be active in life. It reminds me to make noise when it really matters.
I decided to grab my drumstick, give it a tap like I was testing it. Then, every hit feels like a heartbeat to me. And in a world filled with so much noise, taking action in the right parts is what it requires. It's not about beating yourself around the bush but it's about beating with the right sound and the unique rhythm that you have in you.
I imagine beating the drum for some times.
Writing the story, starting off for a friend or just being brave in life, trying something new. For the beats you make every day, you promise yourself that you don't stay silent. You choose to chase that dream. The sun grows louder. It's like waking up to something.
Something that is inside you. So in your mind, you're not alone. There are people around you dancing to your tune, cheering you up. As you continue to beat the drum of your life, others will continue to join your success and sing your chorus, adding more rhythm to your beats and making everything complete.
You don't have to be loud but you have to be unique and be real. Play according to the melody. So I keep drumming. Let's say I carry my courage. And wanting to thrive in a world full of so much noise.
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