Happiness. It's relative.
My 12-year old granddaughter, the one with the black pants and black hoodie and black, straight-brim baseball cap, announced to me that she wanted to stop playing the flute in band because there are so many flute players, and instead she wanted to play the trumpet so I asked her why, why the trumpet?
“I want to be heard.” That was her answer.
I pondered this for a while. Yes, I thought. We’ve been waiting for you, waiting for this. We’ve been waiting for you to want to be heard and we are listening. Trumpet yourself. We are ready.
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Wonderful, wonderful story. I, too, am listening.
I love the message. As a flute player, though, I love being the one playing the melody. 😉
that makes perfect sense. interestingly enough, my 11 year old grandson has just decided to play trumpet. )