The act of creation — it leads me to unknown places. Only to make me realize that all was known, always. And yet, I live every day with the hope that I’ll explore, create and grow into someone new. Because what’s life if not a long, wondrous and continuous introduction to yourself.
In this journey, music lives by my side. I find melody in my writing, and a lot of writing in my melodies. Sometimes, I hear songs in the bubbles of boiling tamarind water. Or in the stroke of red paint over the canvas. Or in the giggles of a child after a good joke. Tunes find their way even into my boredom, curiosity and the thoughts in between. And a rhythm taps into my sorrow, so it can take the leap to laughter.
Such is music. Such is life — yours and mine.
Hello!
- Why is focus becoming more and more of an issue everyday
- Why is not anything touching me in any form
- Why does only meditative music calm me down
- Why cannot i remember anything uplifting from any point in my life
- Why the heck is anything that i remember a painful tryst
- Why is a personal response , an expression, not reflexive at all
Why do these questions keep filling up my head and take away the time !!
Super confused!
