One of the most important things in my life is music. It is the most powerful weapon or tool known to mankind. Something that penetrates the very fiber of the skin, and seeps into the essence of man. Music is my drive. My release. My entrance to the unapparent and hidden peace in everything I encounter. Music doesn't consume me. It IS me. But not until 2005 did it truly hit me. Blind sighted me. Picked up the guitar early on in the year. Put on a Justin Timberlake album and started singing to myself later on in the year. Sat in my room and sang random nothingness at random hours of the night. Releasing it all... And my eyes were opened... I realized this is what I love. It was more than sitting around just listening to music. It was about creating music. Even though I barely know the difference between a Dsus2 chord and a Dsus4 chord, the beauty of it all floors me. Whether its the sudden thud of a pencil dropping to the floor, or the flurry of traffic on the highway, or the skipping of a stone on the surface of a tranquil lake. Just sounds. But beyond that. Transcending the manifest. Music. The medium through which I hope to leave an indelible mark on the world. The fingerprints of my life...
Where this takes me, I wouldn't know. But I trust that my personal purpose and direction is insignificant relative to His purpose and direction. It always has been... So even if I don't learn a new chord, or write a song, or cut a record. It doesn't matter. I'm having fun. It's only been a year that everything has clicked. Everything makes sense. Everything is clearer in the scope of His grace and love. To come to the realization that I am nothing but an insignificant speck in the grand scheme of the seemingly infinite universe. Why do I deserve anything I've ever received? Why do I know anything I've learned? Trying to figure out God is trying to comprehend the incomprehensible. So I won't even begin to attempt to comprehend. It's inevitably futile. But with what I do have, and with what I've been given, I will make sure I make the most of it. Only for His glory. This is who I am...
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