![]() ![]() Simultaneously you disappear completely and yet your existence is more real than ever before. ![]() Comfortably at ease, completely consumed with the here and now. Because, while playing music, you feel like children at play. Because you're thrilled to be going to rehearsals. So the whole thing starts again for all the right reasons. It's great if you can do that with friends, and it's even better when you realise everyone feels the same. You catch them gently, since they are fragile and apprehensive, hold them in your hands and let yourself go trusting them to lead the way to wherever you're supposed to arrive. Restlessness embraces you, and if your mind is swarming with melodies, rhythms and frequencies that have hatched out of that old broken eggshell after being trapped inside, and are now milling around the rehearsal room like a glittering swarm of fireflies, there's little you can do but start. But strangely, your muscles, insides, eyes, ears, head and every other part of you tell you that you should. When these things happen, it's hard to start over. Sometimes, some worlds really need to be smashed to smithereens to give way to new ones. There's a beautiful sentence from one novel I read a long time ago, about how sometimes the old world has to crack to pieces, like an eggshell, for a new life to be born out of it. ![]()
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