Art

"What is art if not a mirror of life"

That hit me hard.
And she was right. Life is just an illustration of your emotions, of time, of you, of life. And that concept is what defines whats on the canvas. That thought is what gives music meaning.

But now I'll stand back, and I'll look up and analyze my life and how it mirrors the art I try to make.
And I begin to notice (and this is happening as I write this down) that there's this bundled sense of frustration and lack of time that repeats itself in many of my lyrics, of the melodies I come up with.

Take the song "Spaceman" I wrote a few months ago. The real meaning behind that song is not about some guy that is sitting on the moon watching the earthrise. It is, however, about the moment in which we all feel the helplesness, the lack of support, nature's pressure and weight crushing you down, pushing you to a point of complete desperation. And then you lock yourself out.

You fly into space.
Where theres nothing, yet everything
No sound, yet the most chaotic of symphonies
And that's where I've been for the past few months, in outer space
I'm just drifting there, watching the sun rise above the earth, sitting on the moon, waiting for the situation down there to resolve itself for a safe landing.

Or look at "Time". "Have we come to the point where we all have to run away, pack our things, kill our dreams, (...) make haste"

That song outlines my breaking point. The stress and fear of living where I do was so unconceivable that I could pack my things and leave to anywhere else but here.
It sort of robs you of your freedom, it sucks away the happiness. Because I know that I'm wasting my time worrying over this, but it is time well spent because it generates this energy that pushes me towards working harder to get out of here.

And this time was not wasted
Because surely you recall Lennon saying "time you enjoyed wasting, was not wasted".

How true that is
That the amoutn of time I have
Be it too much or too little
Doesnt mark what I've done so far in life
It just marks what I've yet to do