Strolling down the streets near San Jose State at night after an amazing soulful concert, smelling the breath of the flowers, listening to the heartbeat of the trees... what flashed through my mind was not only flooding of old memories that I have in this place, memories of old friendships, deceased love, fear of future, ignition of dreams, the gleaming flames of youthfulness, struggle and triumph, but also an epiphany, or an inspiration, or a reminder of the sometimes-forgotten musician's pride - one that I have sometimes taken for granted, one that has become a building block of my identity over the years, one that has been engraved in my destiny since my first day on earth. Music is a perception, the annulment of time and space, a catalyst that allows the dead in the history to continue living, a self-discovery. Immersing myself in the meditative melodies, the world has become transparent to me - just like a baptism. The stories behind those sweet tones, make every moment so breath-taking, so authentic, and so fragile that almost ache my heart.
My footstep is followed by shadow of myself only and no one else's. Yet, the solitary has almost become a religion that I worship. Between the harmonies and melodies that are whirling around my heart, I found myself - and the love, for who I am.
I'm busy working on my blog posts. Watch this space!