music, loving life
I feel music inside me, but I can't let it out. I wish I could play the piano like my brother David can. He just sits down and plays his music. I can't play the piano. I can't play guitar anymore either. I almost destroyed my hands doing that. But, I have music that I want to play. I'd just sing, but there don't seem to be the words.
And it's not just music. There's so much I want to express, but can't seem to find a medium. What do you do when words are the only medium for which you have talent and skill, but they're insufficient? Nearly a year ago I expressed this same feeling. This frustration, feeling trapped with no way to say it. I have yet to find a solution.
I've been working on accepting what's so. Is not accepting life as it is the key to loving life? Loving another person is about giving them space to be they way they are--accepting them exactly the way they are. Can not the same thing be applied to life itself?
Seems to be one of those things that's easier said than done.
And it's not just music. There's so much I want to express, but can't seem to find a medium. What do you do when words are the only medium for which you have talent and skill, but they're insufficient? Nearly a year ago I expressed this same feeling. This frustration, feeling trapped with no way to say it. I have yet to find a solution.
I've been working on accepting what's so. Is not accepting life as it is the key to loving life? Loving another person is about giving them space to be they way they are--accepting them exactly the way they are. Can not the same thing be applied to life itself?
Seems to be one of those things that's easier said than done.