How often do we tell our own life story? How often do we adjust, embellish, make sly cuts? And the longer life goes on, the fewer are those around to challenge our account, to remind us that our life is not our life, merely the story we have told about our life.
The mind is not a mirror of the world, but an instrument for dealing with it.
"I want my music to make people feel something."
Dreams are the seeds of reality, and music helps them grow.
Whatever you're meant to do, do it now. The conditions are always impossible.
We are all patchworks of our experiences, memories, and the stories we tell ourselves.