Many times when I am writing music, I ask myself: do I really have something to say? Or perhaps: what do I have to say?
And I ask myself that same question here.
The question applies to all of life, really. I see many people (and sometimes myself) moving through life, but not really sure of where they are going. At this point in history, it's easy to find plenty to distract us from a problem which becomes much more pressing as we near our end: what does it all mean?
What does it all mean? What have I been living for? Is there something worth living for, aiming for, striving for, working for? Do I have a mission, a cause, a reason to stand up for something? And does it matter? When I die, will all my striving simply dissipate in the wind like sand, or will it mean something more than my lifespan can hold?
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