I am a musician.

Not because of the awards,

The college applications,

The recommendations,

Not to travel,

Not to raise my GPA,

Or to show off

I am a musician

It would be impossible for me to be anything else.

I’m crazy about music

My love for it burns like

A mother’s love for her young,

Or when a father lays his eyes on his baby for the first time.

It’s an intense flame that never goes out

And although being a musician is never easy,

Practicing for several hours a day,

Constantly being criticized and knowing my best isn’t

Always good enough

Chasing after this thing we call “perfection” that doesn’t even exist!

BUT I STRIVE FOR IT

Why?

I’m a musician.

Some may think this life is crazy,

Not worth it

They say I could be doing so many other things,

Going for something that I know will bring me stability and security.

But I don’t want that.

It won’t bring me joy,

It won’t relieve me of my pain,

Take me out of reality.

We all need that.

Space.

Time to breathe,

And to realize

Regardless

Of what we’re going through

It’s going to be okay.

All we need is a break.

Music gives me a break.

I want to feel

And to express myself

I want to inspire

And create

I want my soul to fucking grow!

Why?

I’m a musician.