I've always been asked the question: "what do you want to be when you grow up," but I never knew the answer and, perhaps, never thought completely about the value of the answer either. But what is it that everyone worries about? When I grow up, I want to be all that I can be. That is, all that the world will bring me and all that I will bring to the world. I try not to categorize myself into "doctor", "lawyer", or "enginer" too much because it's almost limiting yourself before you even begin. I wouldn't say my life has begun quite yet. At this point, my mind remains open, the road ahead looks long, but at least there's time to think my way through every moment as if it were my last.

What is it that is so captivating about music? Is it its endless boundries, its wordly variety, its power to communicate from one person to another? Or, perhaps, is it the love and time and effort brought with the notes--the journey it took to make such a lovely sound? Is it the echo you hear in the wind after the last note is played? Is it the big breath just a moment before the song begins? Or will it be when one realizes that music--in a way-- lets those that love it and feel it come together and for once follow something that everyone understands and is proud of?
Music, in truth, no matter how big or small the aspect is one in which intrigues and mystifies us all. With its complexity, its simplicity, and its power to change many, it's a wonder how the rythme of our world can beat without it.