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How Would It Feel To Treat Our Time Like Music?

Posted February 22, 2016

Drew Miller has long been fascinated by what music has to say about the way we ought to live. He loves to write and share songs and is currently finishing his last semester at Belmont University as a Religion and the Arts major. Today on The Feed, Drew challenges us to "treat our time like music" even through the monotony and cacophony of life.

By: Drew Miller

So often, my life feels either monotonous or cacophonous. Some days, I feel that I have forcibly crammed my to-do list into a twenty-four hour container whose lid will barely stay closed. On these days, my tasks and responsibilities are a dissonant drone in my head. My thoughts compete for my attention and I wind up with a headache. Cacophony.

On other, more curious days, I have exhausted my to-do list, and yet that lingering feeling that I’ve forgotten something—like when you’ve set out on a road trip and you’re paranoid that your phone charger didn’t make it into your suitcase—accompanies me through every moment. On those days, time feels lonely and endless. I become bored. Monotony.

Why do I alternate between these dreadful poles? Because more often than not, I treat time like an arch-nemesis to be conquered. My goal is to assault it with an onslaught of important tasks so that once I’ve finished them all, I can “rest” in the sense that a man rests next to the corpse of his enemy. It’s a lonely sort of rest, with nothing left to do.

If this way of life were a song, how would it sound? Certainly not like music.

Fortunately, I have music. Every once in a while, I put on my headphones, close my eyes, and give my full attention to one of my favorite albums. When the album comes to a close, I open my eyes and realize that I’ve “lost track of time.” But could it be that the very opposite is true, that the music helped me find and befriend time by placing me directly in the unfolding of it?

Without time, we have no music. If a song is five minutes long, I cannot listen to it in two minutes like I’m skimming through a novel. No, music takes time because it is the adornment and celebration of time. When we enjoy music together, time slows down in a good way. When we love time, it becomes abundant to us. It begins to feel more like music.

How would it feel to treat our time like music? Dare we listen to its dynamic pulse? Can we make days out of these twenty-four hour containers like rhythm makes music out of time? Listen to the syncopations. Try to groove a little more. Don’t worry—no one ever taught me how to dance either. But it’s not too late to learn.