window of the drummer’s soul

The thoughts about going back home makes me freak out. I feel so good. It’s exciting.

I am proud of myself for being musically talented. Yes, I am bragging and nobody can stop me from that. Maybe I am not that good as I think I am, but I know I can always improve my skills if it weren’t good enough. There’s a lot of room for improvement, they say. I can play the piano better now than three years ago. I have somehow understood the right ways on how to do it really nicely, and I want people to listen to me and my music. I also want to compose and arrange my own song, but I still am lacking of inspiration to start working on it. I know I am good with percussions and acoustic guitars too..plus I can sing. With this, I can actually start with my journey in heading back to the arms of my one, true love: music.

I am excited.

For days now, my dreams were contained of things that are actually far-fetched and almost impossible. I dreamt that I was on stage, playing that acoustic guitar and I have a singer with me and a huge crowd is watching us, and cheering. For minutes, I thought that the dream was real, but the dream ended so fast before I have fully enjoyed that blissful moment. Each and every night, I have been dreaming for the same scene. Surprisingly, I like to be dreaming that dream that sometimes it makes me want to sleep more than once in day to experience that strong feeling of fondness towards music and performing. Now I understand the dream much better. I have learned that dreams are the gateway of our subconcious mind and the way to discover the things that you really want to happen in your life. In my case, I have been haunting my own self to go back to where I really have found my joy, and that is music. It’s weird, but I really do honestly feel the genuine wave of music calling me to go back. Well, I honestly do not know where to start or what I really have to do as of the moment. I just hope that I will come to the right place and the right time to fulfill what I am really made for. This is what I want and I just want to get what I want. To the arms of music, here I come. Welcome me home.