Wrong Notes

There's a youtube video where Victor Wooten, possibly the world's best bassist, talks about “wrong” notes. About playing “wrong” notes, notes not in the correct key, to grab at your emotions. “When I want you to go oooooooooooo… I stick a wrong note in there.”

That is true of so very many things. He even touches on that elsewhere in the video. It works with words. “God I relate to this so stupid much.” There's a wrong word in there. And yet. It's right (caught me tooting my own horn… sorry, won't happen again).

I think the universe does this, too. It's lost forever to time, but perhaps it was the wrong amino acids that smashed together and started life rolling on this planet.

I think maybe the universe putting you into my life was a “wrong” note. It wasn't supposed to happen this way. I was supposed to go on forever, a fairytale life, charmed in every way. Content, if not happy.

But then came you.

Knowing you, even off on the sidelines as I am, has been one of the great honors of my life. You shine like the sun, bringing warmth to everyone around you. Despite the difficulties I've put myself through recently, you have unquestionably made my life better. Happier. Just from having met you.

The thing about “wrong” notes, though, is that they get resolved. The bass goes back into key. The sentence resumes its natural structure. The amino acids start self-replicating.

The question, then, is this: how will the wrong note that is you resolve?