cynosure

In the middle of the crowd, when the artist I had waited four hours for finally started playing, I spaced out.

I felt uncomfortable, I felt bothered. I felt like even though I had enjoyed the opening acts, during the act I had been so anticipating, I ironically felt hollow. Empty, missing.

Maybe music is often my way of escaping the present; but when I’m there, a few feet away from the creator of the music I run away to, I have nowhere else to escape. When I’m at a concert, I can no longer deny the fact that I still have much, much to work on.

Some of the habits that I believe are essential to happiness are: living in the present. Letting things go. Not thinking. Not taking things personally. Realizing that no matter what anyone says or does, in the end, it has nothing to do with anyone but himself.

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