I don't know much, but that I absolutely love music and playing the piano in particular.
I love to run.
Neither which I can do, and although many years and lies have tried to settle in the void, it remains true that I need to play the piano. And when I see a field I feel the strongest urge to get up and run, though to what purpose I have never known, and that fact that I lacked a purpose has kept me from accomplishing.
No more.
It was solidified by a few comments about what is undeniably our heritage, there are things that I could not figure out, and yet, I know them, un phased by discoveries that eventually prove what I already knew.
for a second I will not speak in generalities and say that I was watching a historical movie and it produced an emotional response, and I started crying. Uh, so what, that is the aim of Hollywood, right? Well, It wasn't anything particularly emotional it was more of a sensation of remembering. Then the idea in my mind was, "Remember this reaction." I was not crying because I was sad, it was like a baby cries because they do not know how else to communicate. "When you get close to knowing anything you will feel this way".. Instant reaction? uh uh, I am not one of those weepy people. Beauty or happiness doesn't bring me to tears.... then nothing. Ok, so what do I know? I know that I enjoy playing the piano and running for no reason.
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