college is hard.
crazy deadlines, graveyard shifts, and people at home begging me to come visit. (i will say, i am VERY excited to visit some friends this weekend).
among all the piles of homework, papers on tchaikovsky, pitch comparission, scale memorization, chord progressions, practice rooms, piano keys, and protocol - there is something that keeps me going.
what is it?
why do i keep going? what force drives me to wake up every morning and take on college?
is it God? the Holy Spirit? music? love? optimism?
i do not think it is one thing. i do not think it is a hundred things.
i believe it is the absolute soul and compassion of the waking heart that fuels your dreams. without the dreaming image - the foggy, narrow pathway - you cannot look for a light.
light. that is why i move on.
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