Music is one of life's most wonderful gifts. I think about the creation of the world and I cannot conceive it without music, because the world is made of music, and if not, look at the song of the birds, the sound of the waves of the sea, the rivers, the whistle of the wind.

Everything is associated with music, in my humble opinion.

With music, we are lulled to sleep before our birth, when that loving being to whom life assigned our care (I am talking about that wonderful woman called Mother) sings lullabies to us even long before we are born, awaiting our arrival in the world with enthusiasm, that, is the wonder of music.

Music is associated with all the emotions of life. With music we fall in love, we get angry and sad when there is a love break, we laugh when we obtain some triumph, we always associate the events of our life with some melody.

And say if it is not true that, when we listen to some song, we can evoke some special or not so happy moments of our lives?

I was born into a family of musicians, but I am not a musician, strangely enough, I did not learn to play any musical instrument.

I love to sing, many friends in HIVE, flatter my voice when I have dared to do it in one of the karaoke programs in some servers in discord, something I do for fun, sharing joys and at the same time, making community.

However, my family's musical history does not exactly come naturally to me, no.

My father, Fernando Antonio, was a geologist, a lover of music, and especially of our country, Venezuela. He learned to play several musical instruments, among them the Venezuelan cuatro, the guitar and, his beloved Mandolin.

I remember when together with my brother Fernando Augusto who accompanied him playing the cuatro, we were delighted in beautiful musical evenings together with the family in meetings where we shared with much joy and love.

My personal history with music was lived through my prince, my beloved son Gabriel De La Caridad, who since he was a child, studied music and learned to play the recorder, the piano and, to which he dedicated himself more and perfected was the Mandolin, the same instrument preferred by my father.

Gabriel also made a foray into choral singing since he was 4 years old, in musical kindergarten, and then in children's and youth choirs. I enjoyed those beautiful days to the fullest, clapping, crying with emotion, shouting: "Bravo, that's my son".

I still remember when I would throw myself on the floor to find the best shot for the photographs when Gabriel sang in the children's choir.

Unforgettable moments without a doubt, there, I learned to love music more, because, I understood that definitely, it is part of our essence and it makes better human beings, more evolved and with a higher level of sensibility and maturity, I live it through my son who is about to turn 20.

Music makes the world a more beautiful place to live in. Let's live it to the fullest, let's vibrate in its frequency.

Let's close our eyes and let it permeate every fiber of our being. Dare to experience it and you will see that you will move to another frequency of life and see it with different eyes.