16th December 2008
Tuesday
Weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
How many times does a bird fall before it learns to fly? Too many a time I suppose. And surely there would be one or two doomed ones that fall and break their wings.
This is the umpteen time I got out of one problem only to face another problem. And it is frustrating. Really frustrating, and I do mean those kinds where you really want to take a power drill and start drilling holes into your left palm. Imagine driving a high powered Ferrari on a straight and long stretch of road and getting stopped at every single traffic light every fifty meters. Now take that frustration and increase it fifty fold.
I am burnt out, feeling really useless when I hear anyone else playing their instruments. The one thing I would very much like to do is to grab put on scuba gear and hide in a school of fishes and just concentrate on the sounds underwater.
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