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Mood Ring Music


You open your front door and look at your hand. Yes! Today you start off a nice optimism blue. The song playing for your mood is a nice little ditty about living in paradise. You get inside your car and the radio is playing the DJs mood. You frown, not knowing their music. It's a brown day for the morning host who is obviously having an off day, not matching yours but it gets worst. In the car beside you at the stoplight is a man in a suit who's cursing at his ring while heavy death metal saturates the space between you. You shake your head, his red mood affecting your blue while the radios brown still making you wonder what has the host so unsettled. Then something happens to you. Your ring turns a kaleidoscope of colors. What is this? The music you emit drowns out all others. The man in the car stops his emotions for a few seconds to marvel at yours. It's a symphony of pandemonium but you smile. This is a mood all of its own. Beautiful and all yours. Don't worry about others emotions while something so radiant comes from inside of you. Keep this close to your thoughts. Although we are all different, you are unique. You can make your own mood music.

J.M.

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