Today I've been looking at every piece of music I've ever played, taking 5 hours of my day. No wonder I'm hard of hearing on the left. I've developed this feel for music, how I can be absorbed so much by it, how it's beginning to dominate my actions, the way I listen to things.
Somehow, I'm beginning to put everything into a perception of music, it may sound sad but it sways me.
Something that's bothering me, materialists and freedomists, how the people of the latter category are all so malleable and adaptable to different lifestyles, how materialists are so stubborn and not open to opposing views. True that I would prefer material rather than nature, but I notice how it can blind us, making us destroy the very origins of what we are. It's sounds corny I know, it's the only way I can think of the convey what I think in words.
I need to practice, the concert must be perfect for it will be the final time they will hear me play.
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