The Secret Note From Van To A Friend That Read, “Keep Walking. You’Ll Find Your Cyprus Avenue.”

March 31, 2025

It was a chilly autumn afternoon in a small town, where the leaves danced their way to the ground, swirling in colorful shades of orange and gold. The sun peeked through the clouds, casting a warm glow over the old cobblestone streets. As I meandered through the familiar paths that lined the park, I felt a certain heaviness in my chest. I had just faced yet another setback in my music career, and the weight of disappointment threatened to drag me down. That’s when I noticed a folded piece of paper tucked beneath a bench. Curiosity pricked at me, and I picked it up, unfolding it to reveal elegant handwriting that read, “Keep walking. You’ll find your Cyprus Avenue.”

At first, I was puzzled. Cyprus Avenue? It sounded enchanting, like a hidden place waiting to be discovered. I sat down on the bench, the note resting on my lap as I thought about what it could mean. I remembered that Cyprus Avenue was not just a street, but also a song by Van Morrison, an artist whose music had always resonated with me. In his lyrics, I found a sense of freedom, beauty, and longing—a reminder that life could lead us to unexpected places, just like the winding roads we travel. It was as if the note had appeared just when I needed it most, urging me to keep moving forward even when the odds felt stacked against me.

With renewed determination, I got up and started walking again. I could hear the echoes of my dreams intertwining with the rustling leaves. Van Morrison had faced his own share of challenges before his music reached the hearts of millions. He once struggled against the limitations of the music industry, yet he poured his soul into his craft, creating songs that spoke to the human experience. I realized that just like him, I had to persist. Each step I took felt lighter, and the note transformed into a mantra—a guiding principle reminding me that the journey was just as important as the destination.

As I walked, I imagined my own Cyprus Avenue. Perhaps it was a stage, where I would finally perform my songs. Or maybe it was a moment of connection with someone in the audience who truly understood the stories behind my music. The sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a golden hue over everything. I looked around, and the world seemed more vibrant, alive with possibility. Inspired by the note, I started to hum a melody, letting my heart guide the notes.

Days turned into weeks, and as I kept walking, I poured my heart into writing new songs. I embraced my struggles and turned them into lyrics that spoke of hope and resilience. The more I created, the more I found my unique voice. Eventually, I landed a small gig at a local café, a venue I had always dreamed of playing. As I stood on that stage, looking out at the smiling faces, I could feel the spirit of Van Morrison with me, urging me to share my passion. It was my Cyprus Avenue, a moment I had longed for and believed in.

That single note had shifted my perspective, reminding me that the journey never truly ends; it transforms. It also taught me that sometimes, all we need is a glimmer of encouragement when the road feels lonely. I realized that if we keep walking, keep pursuing our passions, we will eventually find our own Cyprus Avenue. Whether through music or any dream we hold dear, the beauty of life lies in the persistence, the journey, and the moments that make it all worthwhile.