Music is hard.
“The perishing is more likely, and will be a lot easier anyway.” – Samwise Gamgee, “Lord of the Rings”
It’s easier to give up. Chances are success will not be attained. Why go after dreams in the first place?
I’ve always been a dreamer. I used to sit in my room at night and play guitar, imagining I was playing (and sometimes singing) in front of thousands. I never actually thought I would get to do that, but I didn’t care – I was dreaming.
As a dreamer, I’m not really sure what motivates the “non-dreamers.” I’ve never met someone that labeled himself a non-dreamer, but I suppose they are out there. What motivates him to wake up in the morning and get out of bed?
For music, it’s my dreams that motivate my practice. I want to fulfill my dreams. Maybe it’s a sense of duty for non-dreamers to practice. That sounds like it would quickly lead to burn out. That ain’t my style.
I was fortunate enough to have parents that supported pretty much any extracurricular activity I fancied. Baseball and guitar were the two with which I stuck the longest. Music longer than baseball. I’m thankful for that support – showing up at every game, tee ball through senior year of high school; buying me my first guitar and lessons at age 8; allowing me to take over weekends and summer vacations with days at the ball park; chipping in to help me buy my Taylor in 8th grade; loving me all along the way.
It’s late and it’s time to head off to dreamland. Luckily, I’m a dreamer. Tonight looks to be filled with dreams of songs and stories, and I couldn’t be any more excited for what’s ahead.
