How my life is like marching band
The marching band show this year, music from the Finale of Dmitri Shostakovich’s Fifth Symphony, runs a strange parallel to my life. Entitled “Assertion of Personality,” I find that I can strangely relate to it.
For the first part of the school year (and likewise, the marching season), I kept my feelings and emotions constrained inside me, afraid of the suppression and rejection they would recieve should they be exposed. Much in the same way Shostakovich’s music is confined and controlled because of his fear of the Soviet government.
After struggling to be joyous beneath a pall of confinement, I showed my true colors to a few key people. This is nearly a direct parallel to the show, where Shostakovich writes what we call “forced rejoicing.” And like my life, I forced myself to believe exposing myself was a happy thing—my forced rejoicing. But alas, it was not so.
And at the very end, when I thought things might turn out as I had hoped, the show, the season, and my hopes came to a bitter end simultaneously. I started out constrained, became more colorful, and now it is all over forever. It is strange how I can draw such parallels… maybe I’m weirder than I think.
That’s it for now. Bye!