simple

Music is truth.

I’ve known for a long time that the mind plays tricks. It’s fairly easy to rationalize myself into all sorts of fundamentally stupid decisions, which scares me. Music, ironically, keeps me objective by reminding me of those things that matter the most to me. That is, matters of the heart.

Fear not, sappyphobics: the heart’s dominion is vast and stretches far beyond romance. Family. Goals. Things that make me happy. God, music … you are the liaison with my heart, without which I would be utterly lost.

Just when my mind convinces me to sit down, the music tells me to get up …

    to get up …

            to get up and DANCE and not settle for unhappiness.

I won’t worry my life away …