I felt the rhythm of life in every part of my soul.

Again and again, it beat in my chest.

One- two. One- two. One- two.

Hardly ever was there a change.

One- two. One- two. One- two.

I was sick of that rhythm. But there was no escape.

One- two. One- two. One- two.

I needed refuge. And so I stopped.

I ignored life itself. Withdrew into myself, spent my days hiding.

Then there was no rhythm. The silence was blissful.

Hours of nothingness.

But one day, stuck pondering in myself, I realized.

If I kept running from life, why was I even here?

And as I turned over each reason why people lived, I noticed.

The people who really made a difference never hid from the beat.

They turned it into a song.

So I emerged from my shadows and transformed the rhythm. And suddenly, I really didn't mind life so much.

One- two- three. One- three- ten. Two- three- four. One- two.

I invented some lyrics to go along with it.

The silence was gone, and my life was a beautiful song.