there’s a general notion that investing ten thousand hours in the practice or training of something will afford us the mastery of said skill, ability, or practice….
there are many “best” moments that have come and gone. i try to have fewer regrets about anything as i get older. holding any negativity or judgment toward anything, really, is only ever self-serving and muddies the lucidity of awareness and inspiration. it’s been far too easy to beat the shit out of myself, or to project my fears onto others….
no book is complete. in fact, your imagination and belief structure is constantly filling in gaps and interpreting words and ideas, based on the perspective of one author (or council, agency, sect, special interest, or society), filtered and remade through your perception again….
they’re not judging you. it’s all you.
when you consider the holographic nature of what appears to be around you, there’s a certain futility in trying to distinguish “me” from “you”. that, and all that comprises the seemingly solid ground between us….
i enjoy remixing and remaking my songs into alternate versions, once an album is released. it’s fun to strip down the song, usually to only vocal tracks, then build a new groove, and see where it goes….