I am passionate about a few things. Plants. I love them. I love being in rooms filled with flowers and growth, intertwining life and movement with the existing and stationary. I love being outside, surrounded by trees, with a carpet of foliage beneath my feet. I also love music- and what a subjective statement that is. I love music that hits me in the heart, the more unexplainable, the better. I love music that speaks to me through melody, swings my mind all over the place, teetering between the past and future, and hovering over the present. I like music that is full, music that is empty, and music that sits somewhere between. I just really love music. And I love colour. I really do love colour, all colours. I love colours that go with other colours, and colours that don’t. I love dark colours and light colours, bright and dull ones. I love what different people do with different colours for different reasons. I love that everyone has preferred colours, because it makes me wonder whether preference is inherent, or whether it is nurtured. I love conversation and intelligence, thinking and observance, learning and responding. I love tactility and texture. Shapes and shivers. Temperature and time. Accents and abilities. And I really love expression, and I love people with expressive faces, and expressive words, and those who seek with undying devotion to find the medium they express themselves best with. To tell the tale within them, about them.
One thing a musician I respect endlessly said earlier this year really spoke to me. I revisited it today, and the more I dwell on his words, the more relevant it becomes:
"To be free is something that I would really love. And I don’t know what that means, but I think a lot of people are in search of it, in some capacity. It doesn’t mean being free and living in the wilderness, it just means like, you know, introspectively and what you, sort of, exude- you know what I mean? It’s kind of an amazing thing. And I’ve met people that I feel like they’re free. And I guess they present themselves that way. It’s really special, and it affects so many people around them. And I’d love to get to that point one day, where I’m totally in control of who I am as a person, and in that way I can help others. And not in like a philanthropical way or anything like that- well, that would be amazing, but I don’t think I have the capacity to do anything like that right now. It’s kind of a crazy emotional journey that everyone has to go on, and I guess music is my avenue to discovering it.”
So. Am I free? Are you free? Are we free? I can only answer for myself, but I can say that allowing yourself to be free is definitely a good thing. As in, actually giving yourself permission to achieve what you want to achieve, and to literally live what you love. This is freedom, to me.