I’ve been a musician for some time now, and in that time my passion for the craft has come and gone in waves.

When I feel like I have something to say, the only mode of expression that I have is through ethereal modes of communication. Emotion seems out of me like a pot of water that is bubbling over.

Then there are times when I pick up an instrument, or a pad of paper, and I just ramble on with no true feelings.

It’s hard to create and create on command. I don’t operate like that. I’m truly a man of movement, if I am compelled I move. If not compelled, I am like a sloth.

Sometimes I feel like I can quit music because I am feed up with the up and down relationship we have. Then I realize that I can’t just quit being a musician, because it’s how I can express myself, with little to no words, yet say so much. I can’t just quit being partly myself.

So is the real culprit the things that contribute to the music? Inspiration? Confidence? Judgement? Maybe fear?

I’ve come to the realization recently that I can’t quit per se, but I have to quit trying to force creativity. I have to let the moments happen and not be devastated if the result isn’t spectacular.

Every step is part of a longer journey.