I haven't really listened to or played music in an unusally long time. There really wasn't a point, or maybe I just didn't have the drive to do so. So I picked up a guitar again with the express desire to play like I used to, and man, is it hard. Things I used to know and things I used to do have slipped, and I don't really have them anymore. All that time spent getting out of that rut I was in has caused so many things to sowly erode. I'm thankful it didn't get to the point where irreversible damage was done, or really important things were lost.
I think this is an important part of getting back in gear; reclaiming things that I had lost. I know there's more to it than that. Maybe I'm in there somewhere amidst the rubble of broken things that got left behind. It's nice though, digging around, looking for things like that. There are aways nice little surprises you find; memories, feeings, ideas dusted over from the passing of time. What's really great, though, is the fact that I'm still here, bruised and scarred, but more or less intact, so rebuild. I did come back for the music, but I hope to leave with much more than just that.
I think this is an important part of getting back in gear; reclaiming things that I had lost. I know there's more to it than that. Maybe I'm in there somewhere amidst the rubble of broken things that got left behind. It's nice though, digging around, looking for things like that. There are aways nice little surprises you find; memories, feeings, ideas dusted over from the passing of time. What's really great, though, is the fact that I'm still here, bruised and scarred, but more or less intact, so rebuild. I did come back for the music, but I hope to leave with much more than just that.
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