The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, and the major lift.

Every now and then, I’ll hear a song that moves me to open my heart, diminish my fears, embrace this enigma of a world, actively seek truth, and earnestly love my life.

It could be an eloquent stream of lyrics; perhaps a certain chord progression; maybe a particularly heartfelt ascension of notes; it could very well be something as small as a sigh from the vocalist before moving on to the second verse that inspires me in mystical and undefinable ways.

This, this is why I cannot force myself to do anything else but dedicate my life to the mode of art that saves me every day.

Because deep down, it’s more about the aesthetic experience of sound to me. It’s about how I, as an artist, can affect others… how I can possibly inspire real, substantial change.

One can (and will continue to) dream.

You best believe.

The appearance of things change according to the emotions, and thus we see magic and beauty in them, while the magic and beauty are really in ourselves.
― Khalil Gibran  (via eternalconsciousness)