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What I Am
By joseexist in Musings On Muses
January 19, 2012

“What I am.”

What am I? I guess the simple answer is ‘A human being’. I genuinely feel like I’m a simple person. I’m sure there are plenty of people in this world who would consider me to be more, either positively, or negatively. I harbor no platitudes or delusions in regards to who I am. As it is, I’m having way too much fun living to worry about whom or what I’m supposed to be. I know ‘what I am’.

If I find something fun to do I do it. I let my whims and muses be my guide. Granted, there are considerations I make before I act, but in the end whims and muses are the winds that bulge my sails the most.

I write poetry, fiction, songs, draw, and compose music. I do these things mostly with a loose concept of what I want to express. There are times when my vision is clear and concise. There are also times when I’ve got nothing that even resembles focus. The other side of that coin is that I try to read as much as possible. In that endeavor I let the words lead me as far away from reality or as close to it as I feel comfortable with.

Out in left field is television. If I’m not entertained or taught something, I don’t watch. Radio comes before the tube with me. Even so, I jump from station to station at any given time searching for something good to listen to. Commentary is as much a bane to me on the radio as commercials are on TV. Indulging in both media, there are some good points even in what I don’t like about them. Radio banter sometimes informs or makes me laugh. Commercials have always been good and impromptu timing practice and that’s something all musicians need daily.

Time is the only enemy that is ever-present. There is never enough of it but in the depths of creation it fades away and is forgotten, at least for a few blissful moments. When it evaporates from my thoughts I’m all smiles. When it sticks around all it ever does is make me frown. Sure, it’s a musical tool in one regard, but once a moment passes it will never come again. When time does not matter the soul is free to soar.

I know where I came from. I know where I want to go. What I do to get there and still be me is where all the fun will always be.

Tomorrow has dual purpose. It will mark another year of living and another year with Glenda. HAPPY ANNIVERSARY BABY! Image Image