And so, being the author of my own story, a clean page stares back at me with a playful attitude. There is a palpable energy in the air, I can feel it. The far across the world travels are over for now but the call for adventure still resonates within my heart.
Quite naively, I had envisioned travelling as being a grand transformative experience of fireworks and jawdropping moments. Only to discover that these kinds of stories only came as a spice. A little sprinkle here and there, no more, no less.
What truly took me by surprise is the regular non-spectacular daily life that seemed to be on full throttle everywhere I went.
The local people living their lives were not that different from my travelling day to day.
In a strange way, before my travels, I had been all over the place but while being out there in person, I quietly came back to the only place there will ever be: right here, right now.
I guess you could say it either bubbled up from within or that it hit me in the face;
the undeniability of the truth. No matter where I ramble on to, I am here, now.
You could venture out on saying that my travels ended right there.
Or you could say they just began.
Both are the same, really.
I find language to be confusing when it comes time to share what is of the whole ‘’one’’ life domain. An intellectual dissection of the matter is far from adequate and the wisdom of the heart can only be expressed by imagery or meaningful simplicity.
In the past, I’ve truly enjoyed the zen approach to story telling.
Simple tales, profound meaning.
‘’The black coffee is warm. The cup is white’’
They make no sense if you gloss over them while trying to understand the meaning.
There is no meaning.
Intellectual understanding is overrated.
Life is so mind boggingly vast, interconnected, synchronistic and rich, never shall it fit into a box. Pardon my language but to hell with the boxes. Throw that ol’ dried up shit into the garbage and embrace the infinity of being alive.
I’ve dedicated my life to music and if the need arises, I can explain the nooks and crannies of why I do it. But this only came as a response to the age old question: ‘’what’s your real job?’’
I’ve learned to compassionately respond to a human baffled by the fact that someone may dedicate his or her life to something other than money.
Ignorance is to be handled with care and a great amount of tact. We can either help it blossom into wisdom or it can turn rabid and bite back quite aggressively.
Ignorance is like a wounded, scared and stressed out animal looking to survive.
Compassion trumps all other avenues.
All this to say that, in truth, Music is such a mystery to me, I am beyond clueless about all of it. At this point in my journey, Music and Life are one and the same.
And boy, ain’t that river deep and wide!
Well, I’ll quit my ramblings for now.
I’m sure you’ve got places to be.
Bobcat ‘’The clueless’’ reporting for duty