Imagine going through life with a feeling that you have forgotten something very, very important and can’t seem to remember what it is.
Like a soft hum in the back of your mind, this mysterious void constantly nags at you. You can’t shut it off. You can’t name it. It’s really not all that uncomfortable. It’s just there. All the time. Humming.
The hum aggravates you at times because you can’t identify it or know what to call it. You close your eyes and look up to the sky, hoping it will come to you as the sun warms your face–but it never does. Like the name of your best friend in the whole world that you can’t seem to remember, you smack your forehead giggling trying to shake loose the obvious.
You KNOW this hum, and the hum knows you–but you can’t put your finger on what it is even though it has somehow put it’s finger on you.
As much as it bugs you, the hum comforts you too.
It motivates and even inspires you to write, work, think, and create. It encourages you when you think all is lost. It reminds you that there is always hope–ALWAYS–and that there is something really, really meaningful to life–your life.
The hum is so fascinating that you search quotes and sayings to help put a name to it. You watch movies and TV shows to label it–or at least catch a small glimpses of it. You listen to music to identify emotionally with the deep feeling the hum gives you–the same hum that is hidden within the melody and the lyrics of the song. Every now and then, when the hum in your head meets the hum in the song, hot tears come to your eyes although you have no idea why you are crying.
The hum reminds you of unconditional love, acceptance, purpose, meaning, bravery, beauty, forgiveness, and second-chances. This is why movies like Braveheart and The Notebook move you so much and songs like “Free Falling” make you want to sing to the top of your lungs.
The hum makes you feel alive.
As much as it sucks to admit, the hum has been about the only constant in your life.
It’s been there ever since you were a little boy or a little girl. It was there when your parents divorced, when your grand-parents died, the night you lost your virginity, and when your best friend moved away. It was there during that one Christmas–you know, the one where Santa Claus brought you everything you asked for and mom and dad was so freaking happy. It was there as you unwrapped every birthday present, experienced your first kiss, and graduated from college. The hum comforted you as you packed up your 1998 Honda Civic and drove across country to the new city where you were going to “start again”–again.
Do you hear the hum?
I sure do.
I hear it all the time.