Everybody has their way of reflecting about life. We are all wired differently, for me it has always been with the help of music and a few months ago was one of those days I could remember reflecting on my life. I'll try my best to keep it short but entertaining.
That particular day as I trudged my way through the front door, my heavy backpack sagging on my shoulders. The weight of the day's school activities and my responsibilities seemed to cling tightly to me, slowing my every step and action.
What a long and arduous day it had been at school that day, filled with tests, assignments, and endless back and forth chatter with my course mates. All I wanted at that moment was to just collapse into my bed and let the weariness of the day seep out from my bones.
Heaving a sigh of relief, I finally reached my room, keyed the door and kicked it open to reveal my peaceful sanctuary. I dragged myself in, making sure to shut the door behind me. Without thinking, I kicked off my shoes and let them tumble haphazardly to the floor, I threw down my backpack, letting it fall unceremoniously onto the floor. At that moment I didn't not care about order. I just wanted to be left alone with my thoughts. I walked over to my reading desk, where my beloved music box sat. It was a small, intricately designed red box that played a delicate melody when wound up.
Setting the music box in its usual spot, I gently turned it on and released the enchanting Afro beats melodies I had stored in an SD Card inserted into it. The soft but persuasive beats filled the room, creating a tranquil atmosphere for me that instantly pleased my weary mind.
Then I collapsed onto my bed like a man back from battle, sinking my head into the familiar comfort of my pillows. I didn't even care to shower.
As I lay there, my tired eyes fixed on the rotating ceiling fan hanging up the wall, power had just been restored and my thoughts began to swing and wander with its rotating blades. The melody from the music box seemed to mingle together with the motion and weaved itself through my mind, guiding me into deep reflections.
Gradually, the events of the day replayed through my mind with each moment unraveling before me like a series of scenes in a movie.
I remembered the last test a few weeks ago I had fretted over, my nervous anticipation as I scribbled down answers. The relief that washed over me when I finally handed it in, hundred percent convinced that I had done my best. The camaraderie with my friends during lunch break, and my poise to them on how I did great, our laughter filling the podium and momentarily lifting the weight of the academic pressure from our shoulders that day.
But after today it felt like that weight had been doubled and dumped back at my shoulder. The pressure from aligning school with my part time work was taking a heavy toll on me. Combining both wasn't easy but dropping one for the other wasn't even in the books because I needed the work to save up cash for my school fees and I needed to be in school so as to be able to get good grades and a bright future, or so they say.
But recently It felt like all my efforts were fruitless as my grades kept nose diving and I hadn't even saved up enough for my school fees yet. I sighed, closed my eyes deep.
I needed to up my game more in school and cut the excessive spending that is eating deep within me. The music box continued to play its soothing melodies, each note like a gentle nudge. Then I heard the lyrics from the song playing in my music box go;
"who never die still getti hope o".
(There's hope for the living).
Like magic, those words from the music sent strength to my weary spirit and Immediately I sat up on my bed and headed to the shower.
I let my thoughts soar with the melodies. I felt a sense of serenity wash over me as the shower sent water down my weak body. The fatigue that had weighed me down moments ago seemed to gradually dissipate, replacing it with a renewed hope and determination.
My reflection and the music from my music box had served as a catalyst and it had ignited the fire within me again. I was ready to give it a shot again, this time smarter.
