he presses on like a rocket scientist
most don't understand it but they recognize the passion
they remember how it felt but they forgot it to life
tonight i sit introspective, pensive, and a bit cryptic in thought. how does one give up on a dream. and sometimes how does one not ever give up. what drives either?
music is what i bleed. i can't imagine life without melody. i am complete behind a microphone. but seriously how do you drop all of whatever it is that this is? i find it funny that i want to be a barista and musician for life, two things that are notorious for it's captives not exactly being in the highest of tax brackets. i was talking to a friend today and he was talking about his dream of retiring and doing retirment things such as rebuilding a car, building a house, and la di da di da.... when he finished i quietly said," I don't want to retire" i guess i've never understood starting something that you are immediately planning on quitting at your first possible chance. maybe this is why i'm so picky. it just seems easier to pick something that you could do until you can't do anymore. i want to be happy at the end of my day. that may mean that at 70 all i have is a house, a coffee shop, and loyal customers but i will be missed longer than those that sign out as soon as they have enough money to live out the rest of their days.
i'm writting again. i didn't for so long. i have found a solace of sorts in doing so.
she is still no where in unblurred sight, but that's ok for now. i wait for you.
amor y paz.
they remember how it felt but they forgot it to life
tonight i sit introspective, pensive, and a bit cryptic in thought. how does one give up on a dream. and sometimes how does one not ever give up. what drives either?
music is what i bleed. i can't imagine life without melody. i am complete behind a microphone. but seriously how do you drop all of whatever it is that this is? i find it funny that i want to be a barista and musician for life, two things that are notorious for it's captives not exactly being in the highest of tax brackets. i was talking to a friend today and he was talking about his dream of retiring and doing retirment things such as rebuilding a car, building a house, and la di da di da.... when he finished i quietly said," I don't want to retire" i guess i've never understood starting something that you are immediately planning on quitting at your first possible chance. maybe this is why i'm so picky. it just seems easier to pick something that you could do until you can't do anymore. i want to be happy at the end of my day. that may mean that at 70 all i have is a house, a coffee shop, and loyal customers but i will be missed longer than those that sign out as soon as they have enough money to live out the rest of their days.
i'm writting again. i didn't for so long. i have found a solace of sorts in doing so.
she is still no where in unblurred sight, but that's ok for now. i wait for you.
amor y paz.