Have We Let Our Fear of Dying Kill Us?

"It's never too late

to follow your dreams."

~ Jāz ~

 

Art is my joy. Expressing myself through music and dance, sharing my deepest truths through lyrics, and connecting with others -- I've never experienced anything more satisfying.

I believe that music is an energy field that you can tap into and channel, using both your skills and your unique life experiences as the filter through which to bring a song to life. It's an amazing feeling to catch the wave of a song and ride it to its completion. It feels like the song knows just how it wants to be created and it is guiding you through the process. Composing songs with a partner makes the process even more exciting. We are a new band, and so our unique musical style as a duo is evolving with each song. When we begin a new song, we place no limits on it by way of genre, style, instruments, etc. We just trust the process and enjoy the ride.

Some of my earliest childhood memories are of me sitting in front or my parent's record player listening to The Beatles. I listened to them so much I was forced to do so using headphones most of the time. Later in my early teens, I remember wanting to be a dancer touring with the Artist (formally known as Prince). From as early as I can remember, I loved music, song, and dance. A career in the arts, however, was never viewed by my elders as a "smart" choice.

 

So... I followed the path expected of me - engineering - and made a good career for myself as a software engineer, eventually running my own software consulting firm. Life was great, I had everything a person could want: respect, money, possessions, friends, health, contentment, just to name a few. I would sometimes catch myself day dreaming of being a rockstar, but always convinced myself that I'd made the right choice. Being a rockstar, after all, is virtually impossible. And besides, I thought, it's way too late for that now.

 

Just when it seemed that life couldn't get any better, fate (or Mr. Murphy himself) stepped in and turned it upside-down. The details of the crises are for another story, but suffice it to say, it resulted in my world crumbling down. Among the rubble I was left standing in, the message I kept receiving from every direction was that I couldn't repair my life until I repaired myself. But I had no idea where to begin... was I broken? I hadn't known I was.

 

And so began my search to find healing. And the path led me straight to music... right back to where I began as a small child. Once I let go of my fears and doubts... once I began trusting my inner voice... I found the rockstar within. After all, she's been waiting there the whole time.

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If you haven't chased your dreams lately, what are you waiting for?