A friend of mine once told me that he sometimes listens to a complex piece of classical music 10 or 15 times before he has enough of the "strings" to make it all the way through without being distracted. Isn't that a wonderful way to put it? I certainly thought so. Music tells a story, whether in actual words or simply in feeling content, and the stories help to condition our understanding of the world around us. In fact, it helps us to understand ourselves.
What would be said of your life if the last words you spoke or penned were your very last? Would you be as Scrooge, wishing through a bitter heart that you could go back and make amends, or would you be at peace, knowing your every syllable encouraged, inspired and blessed?