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Life in general is strange. But its the way in which it is revealing itself to me is interesting.
Music, as it has been, is my savior. Gift and outlet, breath and word. It is also, i am realizing, to be my only purpose.
Just finding that the more i try to relate, to love and to connection and to hold to people on a personal basis that none of that is ever meant to be.
I feel like Don Quixote. My purpose is one i create. I'm fighting windmills to feel alive, but they are windmills i've built.
I do not give up on love, just the pursuit. But at the same time the only reason any of us are still standing is that we are never standing still. The earth moves beneath our feet, night turns to day and the sun from east to west followed by the moon.
Maybe after all, the romantic is never meant for romance.
C'est la vie.
Music, as it has been, is my savior. Gift and outlet, breath and word. It is also, i am realizing, to be my only purpose.
Just finding that the more i try to relate, to love and to connection and to hold to people on a personal basis that none of that is ever meant to be.
I feel like Don Quixote. My purpose is one i create. I'm fighting windmills to feel alive, but they are windmills i've built.
I do not give up on love, just the pursuit. But at the same time the only reason any of us are still standing is that we are never standing still. The earth moves beneath our feet, night turns to day and the sun from east to west followed by the moon.
Maybe after all, the romantic is never meant for romance.
C'est la vie.