RYFB
I take pictures.
I play music.
3 months ago
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Having one of those mornings where I realize that it takes more energy to hush the side of me that would create and play music, than to just let that side of me exist freely.
It is on this foggy morning that I’ve somehow found clarity. I realize that I will make less money than my peers, that I will spend more money on things they won’t understand. I will say goodbye to my family more frequently than others, I will exchange extravagant vacations for getaways in old rusty vans, hoping that I can tug at your ear just for a while, and leave some part of myself behind there. Anywhere.
For the last five years I’ve known I was no longer playing music just because it was fun. I’ve noticed something else. I do it, because I have to. Because no part of me feels right without it. I’m an addict… on a constant search for my next fix. I am a slave to a god that I created 25 years ago out of a stack of my parents’ old dusty 45’s. And it’s about time I learn to be ok with that.
