The Death of Music:
Why the Sacred Art is Disappearing

What It Really Means to Be a Musician

To call oneself a musician is not a casual claim — it is an identity forged in blood, sweat, and decades of solitude. It means beginning before the world is even awake, fingers moving through keys until they ache, practicing scales for the thousandth time, chasing perfection that forever stays one inch out of reach. It takes a minimum of twenty years to form a true musician.
Not simply someone who plays — but someone who breathes music, someone who has shaped their entire being into an instrument of expression. This is not a degree. It is not a job. It is a transformation of the soul.

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Three Times the Training — One Tenth the Recognition

A musician trains longer and harder than a doctor, a lawyer, a banker. While others chase professions for safety, prestige, and financial reward, the musician chases transcendence.

Their work is invisible. Their sacrifices are unheard. While others gain titles and incomes, the musician gains scars — and something more sacred: the ability to speak the language of God.

But in a world where money measures worth, this sacred power is dismissed as a hobby. A “side thing.” A distraction from “real life.”

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The Day the Musician Wakes Up

At some point, the musician — once ablaze with wonder — wakes up to silence. Not the silence between notes, but the silence of a world that does not care. He is told he should have become a doctor. A lawyer. Something “practical.” He is told to abandon the soul he shaped for twenty years and become another replaceable cog in the machine. What they are really saying is: Die. Die to yourself. Die to your gift. Trade your spirit for security. Forget you ever touched the divine.

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The Consequence: A Legacy That Ends in Silence

This betrayal breaks something in the musician. And that brokenness is passed on. No true musician who has suffered this fate will ever look a child in the eye and say, “Be like me.” Why would they? Why offer a child to the same crucifixion? In this world, where intellect and beauty are punished with poverty, and conformity is rewarded with wealth, music as a serious art form cannot survive. Not because it has lost its value — but because we have lost the ability to see that value.

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What Are We Losing?

Music is not entertainment. It is revelation. It is the mind of God whispered through human hands.

But we treat it as background noise. We treat musicians as side acts. We teach children to choose “real” careers, to abandon the one thing that could make their lives meaningful. And so, the most brilliant among us fade into shadows, unheard.

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Unless We Change, Music Will Die

Music will die — not because we lack talent, but because we no longer honor the time, sacrifice, and spiritual fire it takes to become a musician. And when music dies, something deeper dies with it: our capacity for awe. Our reverence for beauty. Our respect for the divine spark in humanity. If we continue to reward mediocrity and punish brilliance, we will create a world where no child dares to dream, no soul dares to reach, no artist dares to be born. And in such a world, the silence that follows will be deafening.