Inspiration

It's true for me that I don't truly love something until other people love it first. In the last two weeks I have made friends who inspire and push me to be a more dedicated musician, and in the last two weeks I have felt that my love for music (specifically classical) has grown more than it ever has in such a short amount of time. Music is all I want to do; practice it; listen to it. And I find myself only wanting to be around people how love it as much as I do. My passion has been re-lit, and I couldn't be happier.

Btw, I saw famous classical guitarist Alvaro Pierri in recital today at Northwestern University. He was unbelievable. His expression, efficiency, and musicality were magnetic. It has only been about 24 hours  since I've been immersed with classical guitar music, so I'm still getting used to it, but his guy was tempting and seductive with his music. It was inspiring and education for me, a violinist, and even more so for my guitar friend from school (he was beaming for the whole recital). Needless to say, my friend and I both spent many hours in the practice rooms afterwards.

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Here I am in Chicago. I've finally made it. I've been dreaming of living in a big city my whole life, and now here I am. Granted, I'm not like, in the downtown area or anything, but I am here.

I'm studying to become a violinist. If only it weren't so complicated. I feel like music has given me this discontentment with life, I feel like its the reason for my depression. Yet I feel like it gives me wonderful opportunities, and my true calling in life. I guess whatever one is called to in life will bring trials and tribulations. I know I couldn't be doing this [music] if I didn't have God guiding me and drawing me closer to Him.

What I'm feeling isn't coming out well. I don't know what to write, yet I write.