The Music Sound, or say, Genre – Is it Pop, Rock, or Jazz?

The dream ride by any person has always been one of enchantment, but the reality is rather eerie, much like acting in prose during campaigns and then reciting poetry in the face of truth. It doesn't amount to one crassly exuding double standardness or the sort, but it is a music sound selection made to truly match the listening attention of the audience in an auditorium. This can be seen as a reality in demand, and just as captioned, it cannot be falsified for the desired attentive and melodious listening of the music done to perfection based on the understanding of the craft of the auditorium.

The ladder of academia, for example, may be thorny and bumpy, but the throat-cutting voyage to success has never stopped, an unabated enterprise, to term it. The aesthetics of a pair of shoes are well appreciated in the shining, and behind that is the requirement for one to be measurable, diligent, deliberate, and attentive to get the results. It's every man's dream to live in an enchanting palace and not a wasteland, but has every man been able to live their dream? Why should a person take it hard on oneself for his/her prevailing discontentment? But you have to, and could that be a reality? It is also one thing to be content as well and accept reality, and could that be faith?

The mix of situational self-contentment and always trying to break the shackles of your current being of no gem of comfort is a matter of one making the choice in the attainment of an end dream. In that case, it is the giant FAITH versus the gladiator REALITY? The bottommost call to action is that the brain must work, and it's common sense! Scenario: But not for entertainment; to me it is the giant Faith up in arms against the gladiator Reality for a Monday Night Raw in WWE. No one competing side will ever be a victor or vanquished per the lenses of the organisers of this global entertainment showpiece. Nonetheless, for the inherent thinking pleasures of followers of these excellently decorated wrestlers, and knowing that it's pure business, the positions have to be staged at the end of the showdown.

Again, common sense is perfectly working and yielding the desired dividends. To the organisers and wrestlers, it is simply that a tool must work, and that is exactly what is happening to get them the very targeted proceeds, and to the spectators, they care not how the tool is working. That's a clear enterprise of common sense on display.

Common sense will reveal to every man of any creed or religion that you've grown up, whether successful or not, by living in a reality through faith. And by your creed or religion, every man has two in pragmatism: AFFILIATION and ORIENTATION, That aside, and to avoid any possible diversion, I leave it to readers. As a staunch practitioner, this is my take. I passionately define common sense as neither of the coordinates of any existing reaction type, known or unknown, nor a yield of any after the progress, but simply a catalyst to productively work on the activation energies of our reasoning capacities to create Heaven on Earth. If the meaning of common sense and its application are anything to go by in the chemical laboratory, this is the palpable demonstration of it.