I've consistently been searching for more than what I can give electrically lately on the guitar. So I've picked up an old twelve string acoustic and popped in some of Bob Dylan's tunes in the car. It's very interesting to me to also hear the many interviews and the honesty in a lot of artists stories. Humble anecdotes of hitching rides on freight trains, lack of acceptance, and loss on the road to their dreams.
It's obvious that in America as i'm sure in the many parts of the world the struggle for work or opportunity seems really dull for many hard-workers. From my own family to my favorite bands growing up have been hit by these changing times.
I've read many blogs of bands slowing down for the lack of financial stability and show opportunities. I've also known the lack of words when it comes to my family and friends who have endured tough seasons of losing their work and loved ones. I look into our history and my own hope to consider these,
No real journey is worth telling if there weren't any rough moments to build from. I guess life hits you in the face it causes you to "feel" and to react. Some days we may go without the title, our needs, or the love we desired/cherished so much, but there is a reason for everything even when I hate to admit it there is. If you believe in fate well i'm sure there is something you can learn from the moments you can't take back or live again.
I find hope in having a voice. One that if spoken softly in the midst of the night may be heard. Somewhere within lives the words my mother always optimistically smirked on the days where there wasn't much of anything to make it enough,
"No temos de otra"
Sometime's we have nothing else to consider, but that this simply isn't where it ends.
-The Old Soul
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