Jan 09, 2009 00:49
I realize that 2008 has meant almost nothing to me. As the year ended I didn't care about what life has accumulated to, where I've been or what I've done, what I've not and for what reasons. For once it's just been existence. Just another day amongst many others. To have reached this point is both terrifying and reassuring.
I've been in the studio for more than at least four or five hours a day working on music for the last few months. This is happiness. To get lost in what to do next, and to test if I can play this rhythm or scale by memory, while futile and small accomplishments they are astounding in that I've worked for them, something rarely done. Other dreams are dying but perhaps I wasn't meant to be a dreamer. One goal is left and is now all consuming. I must bring beauty to the world.
Maybe it's not the path I was meant to take, and might never be, but I can't let it go with putting myself to it fully first. No more excuses, no more "Well it shouldn't sound like that, the forms not right yet, the guitar is sloppy," - no. Nothing will be finished now until I create truly what I aim to. I will learn what I need to and in due time I will accomplish.
Six days late, but hello new year, based off of misconstrued Christian truths. You mean nothing to me. I have transcended your stupidity. Time is now and forever was time, and now I can take advantage of this knowledge.