Soundtrack & Other Minor Nuisances in Life

My neighbor is a well-known piano player who lives in the States but is currently here in Zagreb.

And whenever he’s here, he always plays the piano – mesmerizingly well, mind you – but every time I’m home alone working on something, I feel like I’m the star of a silent movie.

I prefer working in silence, but you just can’t shut off the sound resonating through the concrete walls, so I always feel my actions are divided into little scenes with massive captions for an imaginary audience.

*Frantic typing on the keyboard… followed by some more frantic typing… followed by uncontrollable laughter*

*Enters the room… has no idea what she came for…*

*Goes for that tea… returns with that chocolate*

*Works on five things in parallel while jotting down things she forgot about*

*Hits 10,000 steps while talking on her phone*

And then the music stops, and I realize… I kinda liked it.

Which makes me wonder…

Silence is golden, but isn’t life much more fun with a soundtrack?

Does it really have to end before you start appreciating it?

If the whole world is a stage, why aren’t you the main character of your own life?