Last week I decided to indulge myself with the cultivating experience of going to the symphony.
Truth is, I should probably be ashamed that I have never been to one at the age of 24, but last week I rectified that. It was wonderful, just in case you were wondering. Supposedly I chose a great concert to start with, since the conductor (for those of you who are familiar) was the world renowned Charles Dutoit. It was a wonderful experience, and left me with a lot to ponder.
The performing pianist came onstage dressed in a very elegant gown. She looked like an exquisite porcelain doll and received much respect and admiration from the audience. As a performer, she appeared to be refined, respectable, and elegant. I wondered to myself if she would have received the same respect had she come out wearing a mini- skirt and tube top. And chuckled as I imagined the audience's reaction.
What is it about pop-culture that encourages its performing artists to dress in a way that, in any other circumstance, would have deemed them unrespectable and unrefined characters?
Afterwards, as I looked around at the audience, I noticed how no one was dressed in a mini-skirt and tube top outfit. In fact, most people there were conservatively dressed, I would even dare to say modestly dressed. I saw a direct correlation to the type of atmosphere and the dress code. It was a respectable and sophisticated place, therefore called for a respectable and sophisticated dress code.
Funny how that excluded provocative skin baring and cleavage exposing outfits.
And my trip to the symphony also resolved another life-mystery of mine: the humble triangle. Ever wonder as I did, who would ever choose to play the triangle instrument? And why? Isn’t it the most insignificant?
In attending this symphony orchestra concert, I was able to witness the organization and skill it takes to conduct the masterpiece I listen to on my radio. It was almost inspiring to see all the different components of the single musical piece, however small, being integrated to produce the end product. Even the tiny seemingly purposeless triangle.
Honestly, I sometimes would wonder what was the purpose of this blog (as well as many other things I have done in my life, in hopes of making the world a better place). Besides for the interesting and intellectually stimulating discussions that take place on the blog, what effect could we women hope to have on a culture saturated with values (or lack thereof) that are contrary to our own. We are just a drop of oil, in an ocean of water. (I like analogies, I hope that one worked.) How can we expect to change anything?
Alone, we may not make much of an impact, but in a way, we are just a triangle in the big orchestra. Alone, the triangle may be ridiculed for being the most useless of instruments, but when used in the symphony, combined with all the other instruments, it completes the piece and proves its worth.
We may not change the world right away, but we’ll definitely change ourselves, and those around us, affecting those around them. However small, there is an impact.
One of my favorite quotes, that always finds a way into what I have to say, fits in very nicely here:
“Any fool can count the seeds in an apple. Only God can count all the apples in one seed.” -Robert Schuller, Evangelist.