Music teases me. Time and again it proves the extent to which I have lacked balls and guts. Believe it or not. I am a living example of someone who would easily kill his talents just for the sake of the herd. Was it the upbringing? Was I intravenously fed with risk-averseness since childhood? Was I recited stories of bankers and engineers rather than rockstar singers or writers before I went to sleep? Can I go back in time?
Its easy to blame and pass the buck and then forget it until you are accidentally poked again. But its worthwhile to pick up hints and motivations. Its worthwhile to be inspired by the very same things that poke you, the very same words that hurt you, the very same tunes that challenge you.
The energy burst is here, I hope it doesnt get busted. The time to live is now, I hope it doesnt get wasted. The mental vigor is alive, I hope it doesnt get rusted.
With these thoughts, I go to bed, hoping to 'excel' tomorrow, yet not lose the vigor. I hope someone will enjoy the pun and the irony intended.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
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