What is the strength of expression?
There are some who are positive and flow like a tranquil current through life.
Then there are those who go through life navigating white water rapids, with no oar and one arm.
I often find I fit into the latter category. Wading through a mire of diffidence, littered with detritus of despondency.
Yet, I am never able to express myself way in such a way that those in the former category can understand.
Then I find music, a collective infusion of artistry. Lifting me from the cusp of the mire and imbuing a buoyancy of spirit that I have often wished to share.
Finally, I shall just share one of those moments of artistry that I most appreciate.
Listening to great music does feel like coming home.