In my world, everything is perfect. Well, close enough to it.
My life changes pretty drastically sometimes, but it's always in a good direction. I have the luck of the gods, I guess.
I'm happily living, happily married, happily experiencing life, happily driving, happily playing music, and even happily aging.
So, I can't really complain (but sometimes I still do). Life's been good to me so far. (Those are partially paraphrased from Joe Walsh lyrics.)
Everything the same here except I only hear music, I don't play an instrument. You are very talented thanks for sharing.
Do me a favor...
Reach out and bang the table once with your hand.
Congratulations, you have made a noise.
Now, bang it a second time.
Congratulations, you've now made a beat.
Now bang it a third time.
Congratulations, you've now made a rhythm. Repeat the above three things and you're a musician.
Anyone can make music - no matter where they are. They can lock you away and take away everything - including your dignity - but they can never stop you from making music - even if it's just in your head. Music is universal. Music is eternal.
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