Imagine a world where everyone sings again

Imagine a world where everyone sings again

To determine whether a human being is alive at birth, the first thing they do is cry. This is the only way for the doctor to determine that a human child is alive. What happens next? When we cry, we are unpleasant companions, difficult to tolerate. Yet crying was given to us right at birth :-D.

No, but seriously.

Being loud is frowned upon

I am always amazed at how much being loud is frowned upon. Of course, everyone prefers to talk quietly. But sometimes it’s also nice to shout across the soccer field or call the children because they’re not coming to the dinner table again.

Why not, actually?

Do I have to call all the children now to get them to calm down?

Damn it, I kind of love that call too.

It gives me life, it shows me that I’m alive.

It’s not just about shouting, it’s also about singing.

A world full of singing

Here are a few thoughts.

Imagine a world where people sing at work, visiting a hotel is like being in a musical, tradespeople and construction workers sing in the streets and are in a good mood, and teachers sing when they answer questions. That’s how the world used to be.

How do I know this?

Because I have a very archaic background, in which I often experienced this firsthand as a Çepni Turk.

When people weren’t shouting, they were singing; when they weren’t singing, they were discussing and arguing.

Frequencies that determine our lives

All sounds influence us. Frequencies determine our lives.

Every sound shapes your present and your future, and yet we pay so little attention to sounds.

Even every language has its own fundamental frequency, which gives it its character.

Can Italian still be Italian if the frequency changes?

That’s why I would never want the whole world to suddenly start doing yoga and meditating. Why shouldn’t people be allowed to be loud? Apparently, that’s also part of who we are.

Keeping culture alive

I change the way I speak when I talk to my parents. But I do it consciously. Sometimes I deliberately speak like my mother, rudely in front of the children, because I think I’m keeping a piece of culture alive here.

When I say something angry to my sons in Turkish, “You donkey,” they look at me cheekily and laugh and say they’re not donkeys.

I love slipping into this Turkish role, even if it is sometimes exhausting. But I don’t want it to die out either. I love calling the children sometimes, being loud, scolding them, because I know that my love for them is endless.

Back to the voice

But back to the voice.

Our voice is what primarily gives us character, what shapes us. If you have an alto voice, you will like and attract different things than someone who has a soprano voice. Okay, maybe that’s just speculation—but what if it’s true?

Rediscover your voice

For all those who want to rediscover their voice: a short workbook on this topic will be available soon. With it, you can begin to explore your own voice anew and give it space again.

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