The Beautiful struggle.
As I quote the seeker of truth for his words, is the way I like to recite to life.
For this life is a struggle, but it's such a beautiful one. Listening to a Metheny/Mehldau album or a
solo concert by keith jarrett at night when I'm alone, and just reminiscing about all the beautiful things.
From freindships to loves whom all will never be forgotten, I am so grateful. Grateful for being able
to express my emotions and my being through my music. And gleeful, everyday, for being the best swimmer
amongst 500 000.
Back to my music. In which I always try to re-invent myself and let everything go, just to see the things that
are really me comming back to me. It's this beautiful expierence that happens when I'm playing, and
yeah, I'm not Keith Jarrett or something when I'm playing. But that doesn't mean that I can't expierence
the same type of emotions while playing. After all, music is music, and all music that comes from you,
is beautifull. Even if you only know 3 chords and one pentatonic scale for instanse, if an arist puts
his/her feeling into it, it will always be beautiful.
As far as listening to my music, I just hope to hit a spot somewhere in you. And touch an emotion,
what ever emotion that may be.
I love you, I love you for me, for you. and I won't ever will be not loving you. For you are people
and I am one of you. So I love you, because I love myself............................
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