The Orchestra Of Life🔊

Once upon a time, in the small coastal town of Arnavutköy, Istanbul, there lived a boy named Erol. He was doubtful about his mundane life. Aimless and confused, he longed to find his purpose.

One day, while walking through the lively Grand Bazaar, Erol happened upon an old, small shop that stood out from the others. Peering through its window, he noticed it was full of instruments: violins, cellos, trumpets, drums, and many others, all glowing with the patina of age. Intrigued, he decided to explore.

Inside, amidst a sea of notes and melodies, was Yusuf, the shopkeeper. Yusuf looked like an ancient bard, his eyes full of stories. He was playing the violin with such passion and tenacity that Erol was awestruck by his skill. He had seen musicians perform, but never with such soulful expression.

'What brings you here, young man?' asked Yusuf, after finishing his piece. Erol talked about his confusion, his purposelessness. Yusuf, listening intently while attentively polishing a flute, spoke meaningfully, 'Life, my dear boy, is like an orchestra. Each instrument plays its part to compose the symphony of existence.' Erol didn't comprehend Yusuf's words then, but it had a profound impact on him.

Erol started visiting Yusuf daily, learning about different instruments, their unique sounds, and their roles in an orchestra. He found joy in understanding each instrument, its complexities, and its beautiful sound when played in harmony with others. With time, he realized that every person, every occupation, every aspiration, has a part to play in the grand orchestra of life. He could finally see the significance in every purposeful action, in every heart-felt desire.

Inspired, Erol decided to start a music school in Arnavutköy. He wanted every child to learn the importance of their unique voice, their unique role in the symphony of life. His music school flourished, and over time, it became a significant part of the town's culture.

Years passed, and Erol's legacy lived on. He made a difference in the town's life, filling it with a symphony of passion, ambition, unity, and purpose. And little by little, they each found their instrument; they found their purpose and played their part.

As Erol sat on a bench overlooking the sunset in the Bosphorus Strait, he finally understood what Yusuf had told him all those years ago in that little instrument store at the Grand Bazaar. His life had become a beautiful melody within the grand orchestra, composed of his passion for music and his purpose to inspire others.

Erol's life was no longer aimless and mundane; it had become meaningful. He finally found his purpose, and with it, he had harmonized his own piece in the grand orchestra of life.

In the end, every action, every dream, every ambition, plays its part in the concert of existence, and it's upon us to find our instrument and play our symphony beautifully. Like in an orchestra, it doesn't matter whether one's a first violin or a percussionist, as long as we play in harmony with life's symphony.