What it Means to Me

I kind of hinted in my last post on what music truly means to me. Well this entire day (actually everyday if I am honest with myself) I have been flooded with memories of the past. I know that we should not dwell too much in the past and push ourselves to live in the future, but there are moments that I can and will never forget.

Sharing the joy of music is one of my life's goals. Being able to portray what I am feeling to everyone around me is a never ending quest for me. It is my emotions, my memories, my past that fuels the connection I have with music. It is what makes music special to me. It gives me passion and strength to look beyond the notes on the page and make it an act that lets people relate to what I am feeling or have felt. It gives an open door to my soul. It lets me speak in ways that ordinary words cannot. 

I once told a very dear friend to pick a strong, powerful, and meaningful moment in their life, and let that be the guide to release the emotion in the music. They sat and thought for a second, prepared themselves and performed like I have never seen someone perform. At the end, both teary eyed, I knew they understood what it meant to put your feelings into the music. I felt their joy, their past, their memory. I will honestly never forget that moment. Being able to see that strength and passion in just a 3 minute span really left a mark in my soul. 

Music is my language. I can never give it up. It is something that I always can turn to when I have no other way to express myself. These moments this past year have given me drive to never lose hope. My music can never lose hope. I sit here with pith and vigor in my heart to once again show you all the greatness you did for me.

I have so much more to say, but I honestly cannot put it into words rights now...

Fight for a better tomorrow