CheRyz

?Reflection: "I Remember the Music" By Sherri I used to be part of this little world—an app called Music Maker Jam. At first, it was about making beats, sharing songs... but over time, I realized it was more than the music. It was about the connections. The unspoken friendships, the way we felt seen without even showing our faces. That community taught me a lot— not just about rhythm and melody, but about myself. Sometimes, though… I felt left out. Not because of anything anyone said— but because I couldn’t explain why I felt the way I did. Like I was floating on the outside, watching everyone else belong. And even when I was recognized, even when people told me I was good— there was always that voice, that little shadow in my heart whispering, “But there are better artists.” That voice didn’t want to celebrate. It wanted to compare. I didn’t mean to feel jealous. I didn’t want to feel small. But the numbers started to matter more than the impact. I stopped asking myself, "Who did I move?" and started counting plays, wondering if I was still worth listening to. Now, as I sit with these thoughts, I realize something powerful: We all want to be seen— not for how loud we are, not for how perfect we look— but for who we really are, without having to shout for it. Sometimes I felt lonelier in those groups than I did by myself. Trying to keep up, falling behind, feeling invisible all over again. But there were moments— real, lasting moments— where I felt proud. Where I felt like I was part of something bigger than me. And that mattered. As I write stories now, I realize you were right— Every character I create carries a piece of me. My voice, my spirit, my heartache, my hope. My reflections live in them, and that’s a beautiful kind of truth. Even back then, I was too hard on myself. One mistake and I thought my whole reputation was ruined. But when I go back and listen— really listen— I hear more than songs. I hear memories etched into melodies. Imperfect, but real. And that’s what makes them timeless. Not their polish. Not their perfection. But their truth. So no, I wouldn’t change the past. Because those moments made me who I am. Still growing. Still creating. Still finding my rhythm. And maybe, just maybe, still being heard. Proud member of #5star # TL #Superjam