my classical guitar turned another year. although how old it really is i don't know. so i will start at one year old. i love it to pieces and it's one of the instruments i'm more skilled in. i think i might be able to attempt sight reading from notation instead of tablature soon. i have learned "Kemp's Jig" and it's becoming more easier to play, given the insane changes in fretting and speed it's played at, although not difficult it's a step up to what i've previously played.
i'd love to live in Cordoba, Spain. i want to be anywhere but here. i guess living constantly on edge isn't what i was meant to live for (this isn't a suicidal plea). there are just too many things going on, and i want to take a break from life (impossible, i know), if only i could live in a place filled with new places and experiences. i want to say i don't care about what i have to do. in fact i do care for the life i'm supposed to lead, although it's not what i've wanted to do. i guess if you're good at something you should just go with it.
sometimes i do wonder what Heaven is like. although i'm not finished with being a mortal human being, i wish to enjoy earthly delights just as i was designed to. i want to experience many things, but i can't help but feel i might not. being a little introverted may be a problem in itself.
i suppose maybe someday i will have happyness much moreso than i do now. perhaps this is a test, after writing that i'm sure of it now. well i shall endure.
The Revelation of St. John the Divine, 3:20