Be Someone's Soundtrack

It was Sunday, freaking cold. I was holding my cup of early morning tea with my headphones plugged in, thinking about what had happened in the week. It was a sad week, and that's all I was constantly thinking about.

My parents were looking for a prospective match; they told me to talk to someone they had selected. We started talking and texting to get to know each other better. He sounded very genuine, honest, and caring. It was the first time I felt it was so easy to talk to the person, so I also gave my 100% to ensure that I made this a priority, along with other things going on in my life. We continuously had good conversations for at least 2-3 days; I started feeling happy after those conversations. He said he enjoys talking to me and finds me humble and polite.

As is my nature, I value honesty from those around me and strive to be honest. I had something in my mind that I wanted to share with him. So, during one conversation, I told him that, around 6 months back, I was diagnosed with Reactive Arthritis. I asked him if he had ever heard of it before. He said, NO. So, I continued to give him more details. It generally affects people over 50, those who are obese, or it can be hereditary. However, I don't fall into those categories; I don't know how it impacted me. I am a fitness freak, gym and eating healthy food is a part of my lifestyle. He was acknowledging everything, and I continued. I said the doctor told me that if I make sure that exercise continues to be part of my life, which will ensure regular joint movement, I don't have to worry. He replied that he would talk to his parents and let me know.

I never received that follow-up response. How I felt is a story for another time, but I was certainly not angry because it was an important decision. Everyone has the right to think about the deal-breakers for them, and I accepted that it was the one for that person.

While reflecting on all of this that Sunday, a soundtrack began playing through my headphones. Have you ever experienced a moment when you heard or saw something that you wanted at that time? It was that for me. That track was for me; it was from a random collection, and I had never heard of it before. It wasn't random at all; it was exactly what my soul needed at that moment. It captured my focus, my mind, and a sense of believing in the positives of life given to us. It uplifted me from where I was, and I felt a lot better. Was it that easy to make myself feel better? What exactly happened? Is this something that will always make me feel better? Is this something t can recreate whenever I want? As I wrote this and replayed the track while trying to capture that transformative moment, it hit me—it was the perfect emotional resonance, like finding a key that fits a lock you didn't even know was there.

I started thinking about how to experience that moment again and what connected me to that song. I got the answer: it was the emotion that resonated with me. How can emotion be understood? Indeed, we can't always discover our emotional connections by playing a random selection of songs, hoping one will strike a chord.

This experience led me to a realization: What if we could be that perfectly timed song for someone else? What if, instead of waiting for music to heal us, we could become the melody that helps others through their difficult moments? What if we as people can become like that soundtrack for others when they need us? How about the feeling that my soundtrack is a phone call or a message away from me? Take a moment to think, are we? Can we be?

Be the soundtrack that starts playing when life's track becomes harder.

Do share the soundtracks of your lives!!