There is something inside each of us, calling us by name.
It's a voice that wants to be heard.
Some say it's a conscience, while others refer to it as our inner person or child.
I think this voice inside my head is an opera singer. And a loud one.
Everything I do or say seems to have consequences that I can never forget.
Constantly, the screeching voice is reminding me of my past mistakes.
What an annoying way to live.
But this time, it's a smooth, silky, deep man voice.
He's singing to me that it's going to be alright.
That it is not the end.
This time around, my voice is strong and only positive.
This re-recorded voice is calming.
I think it's time to play this new tune. And never, ever stop.