David was right. You should never stop because if you do, it gets taken away from you. You forget how to do it. You lose your touch.
I understand now because it's happening to me. I haven't played (guitar) in two years. I haven't sang in public for two years. I've been writing less and less and I can feel my talent atrophying. It's a bit like suffocating. Sometimes I dream about myself becoming irrelevant. And I wake up all sweaty, breathless... choking actually, as if some murderous hulk had been trying to to fill his quota with me.
Been reading about depression and aging and come to the conclusion that, approaching thirty is driving me insane. I'm depressed... been depressed for all of 2012. I'm overweight - and it's not going anywhere (:D). That smile does not mean I am happy. Far from it.
When I was younger, I swore to myself that I'd be working towards being a millionaire. By the time I was 25, I hadn't even hit point two of a million. Am I a failure? Sure fills like it.
But then I look at all the other things I've accomplished that, had I been so focused on the mulla, I wouldn't have achieved. Still, it feels so small compared to what I thought I would be to the world by now. I feel, like I said earlier, irrelevant. Like a nobody. Like if I died today, no one would notice and if they did, it would be to brush me off their shoulders; like a speck of dust.
Lately, it feels like I'm struggling to do things. Talk, think, walk... did I say think. I guess everyone has a unique experience while aging but, it feels like I'm losing my mind. Dementia, Alzheimers, bloody fuckin' brain bleeds or a tumor that hasn't been discovered yet.
Whatever it is, it's consuming me and I wonder...
I wonder if I'll be around much longer.
(David was a guitarist/vocalist for The Beathogs... wonder if he ever had that baby he wanted)
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