Living in the midst of a drought I’ve taken notice of the ebbs and flows of nature and who she rewards when the rain stops.
She rewards the oak planted 100 years ago. Find an oak and stay in his shade.
She rewards those planted near the spring. Find that spring and drink his wisdom.
She rewards those that are well rooted. Find who has withstood the winds and copycat him.
Your argument now is probably, “I don’t know any oaks.”
My argument is, they’re all at the library waiting for to introduce yourself.
Your music, or lack thereof, will always be byproduct of your proximity to the music that has already been written.
Ashton.Gustafson 