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zondag 9 oktober 2011

autumnblues

Stay hungry, stay foolish. And in the end - connect the dots (Steve Jobs).

It's a lazy sunday-afternoon and I am staring at the ceiling. I hear nothing but the rain on my roof and some far away music. Growing up is the weirdest thing that ever happened to me (or should I say the hardest?). I smile, I work, I dance and I play - I am. I am being the girl that I am supposed to be. I must admit, I am pretty good at it. 

I probably shouldn't worry that much. According to Buddhism, everything's fine, as long as I keep on breathing. What you feel, isn't for real, it's only a fragile framework of sensations. According to the Beatles, nothing's wrong either: if "all you need is love", I am pretty wel set.

When I was sixteen-something, I played the piano for hours and hours, all day long. I haven't played in a while now, but these days, I feel like playing. It makes me feel safe and solid, lost in sound.

I might be having a random autumnblues, while leaves fall off and trees turn red. I guess I'll just keep on playing the piano, and listen to the rain on my roof.

I will be happy again, soon. I can almost feel it. 

(this is me playing the piano)


(this is the song I am listening to)


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