Nothing matters

It is all part of growing up when the things in life that were really crucial actually do not seem that important now.

And when the things that I take for granted were actually the only things that matters.

Take drumming for example, everyone wants to be the best that they can ever be (this was what i thought). And wants to be heard whenever they can be.

But the true essence of enjoying drumming to the point where the act of hitting something arouses a certain kind of joy that is too pure to believe it is true, is in fact Profound.

Everyone has first love, and this love carries them through a period of grinding and pounding(sometimes physical.. oh no.. sounds wrong. Wad i mean is trials) After all these hardships, we find ourselves beatened. Forcing a contented smile out of all the pain. But the growth that we experienced always seems far less than what it actually is. It is here where i give my respect to the ones who actually renew their love on the basis of pure enjoyment.

Oh man.. I don't mean it anyway dirty.. but what i had in mind was really a great enlightenment, i wished i could connect my brain to a good writer. This is a big chapter in my life.