I have problems sleeping. Amongst many other things and situations I have problems with, anyway, (like my lack of interest in exercise and an embarrassing fondness of my self-proclaimed hiphop alter-ego named J-Prizzle), and I don’t know what to do about it.
For so many things in life that we don’t know what to do with, I’m happy to be stitching up a couple of lines to just put it (my sleeping problem) out there.
Yup, this is the closest sensible thing I can come up with at 3am on a Valentine’s Day almost-daybreak. On a generally unrelated note, John Mayer is playing on the background, there I just said it, I’m scared you’ll forget about me, and now I’m suddenly realizing that maybe the main reason why I can’t seem to sleep right is because I’m scared of forgetting. My chores, responsibilities, my to-do’s, etc, that if I sleep, I won’t wake up on time, or do all that needs to be done.
So maybe, just maybe, deeper shuteye can be found in the art of letting go enough for you to grasp what needs to be grasped at the moment.
Sleep is for the brave enough who accepts that sometimes, slowing down is just as important as pacing, walking, racing, and leaping in life.
(Or, well, for the lazy, but the paragraph before this is more poetic than just concluding that sleep is for the lazy.)
I was supposed to write a coherent post about just how blessed I am to be doing what I’m doing - but as usual my brain cells are dead and dysfunctional.
In any case, bad days come along and I’m reminded just how beautiful second chances are; when it comes to failed performances, stupid maneuvering that lead to random freakishly big scratches on a black City, wardrobe malfunctions and what not - at the peak of its moment, bad days are the last thing that you will ever ask for. And I think that’s the amazing part, how we are all at some point forced into certain situations we don’t want to be in, yet we warrior through them and come out at the end of the tunnel - stronger, (harder, faster, better LOL) and most of the time I hope, with a wider perspective as to who we were and who we can / would like to become.
Life is beautiful because of its constant forward movement that reminds us of how much, at any moment, we can make the conscious decision to change. To take a leap of faith, to sing better, clean up nicer, talk kinder, dance a little less sloppy, drive with a bit more caution, or fall in love again.
Second chances. Or third. Or fourth. Or maybe the fifth and sixth, or til you run out of living to do - and so I have learned, we live to take chances.
What a beautiful place to finally be in. From singing in several bands since I was 14, joining all sorts of competitions, and making music out of all the good, bad, and crazy things life has thrown at me, feels amazing to finally be here. God is a cool Dude. @polyeastrecords @eplc411 (at Bellhaus Studios)