Every life is like an orchestra
The flute, tuba, drums, chimes, trombone, oboe...
You are the conductor of your own life.
You choose if the flute plays beautifully or terribly, if the tuba is loud and broad or over the top squeaky loud. You also choose if the drums will play in sync, or if they play at different rates, if the chimes are played softly or not at all, leaving an empty space in the audiences hearts... If the trombone slides quickly and happily, or in it slides on forever, leaving the impression or a snail, and if the oboe becomes oboes, how much low sounding do you want?
Every orchestra is like a life
The volume, the personality, the after school classes, jobs, chores, school classes, homework..., the love life, the grudges you hold, and the children you have...
You are the holder of your own soul.
You choose if the volume is wonderful or sad and tragic, if the personality is broad and to be heard, or shy and squeaky, if you have a love life or not at all, leaving empty spaces in your and someone else's heart, if your grudges are held for short periods of time or not at all, or if the grudges linger for years at a time, and if you ever have children, how many? How much time do you want out of you're love life and free time?
Notice the similarity these two paragraphs have with each other...
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