In your pursuit of music, if you give yourself the option to accept noise or make noise, chances are, you just may take yourself up on it.
And why not? Easy, safe, and under the radar is a lot less risky than willingly taking the stage, grabbing the mic, and doing your thing – while the world watches.
Unfortunately, the battle of self duplicity – giving yourself options for success – tends to not end with what we truly want and are after.
Here’s the catch: in your pursuit of music you just may be seen. But hey, if you’re not seen you can’t be shared.
Secondly, if you keep what’s inside of you on the inside, it will never reach the outside of someone and change them on the inside. The world doesn’t change with the songs in your head and heart. It changes with those on the tips of your fingers and tongue.
In the end, we all must adopt the single-minded purpose and hope of music. Noise can’t be in the equation of whatever success algorithm you choose. Any plan b, c, or d just distracts from plan a) music.
If you want to have options with your music, allow yourself to have two:
Yes.
&
Yes.
…isn’t what it’s all cracked up to be.
On the flipside, something beautiful unfolds when we ponder what will be the the necessary solutions and answers for the questions that will be asked of those that we serve tomorrow and in the days to come.
We have moved from an economy of standardized tests to one powered by the pop quiz.
Ears.
Eyes.
Be ready.
You can make a wrong right.
You can’t go back and pre-perfect the wrong that has passed.
We are works in progress, not works in perfection.
Perfection is about punctuation that marks an ending of something. Right is about a progression and continuation of that which is true and noble.
Perfection touts the finish line. Right boasts in the journey.
Doing, building, and pursuing what’s right inches us ever so closer to living a life that can one day look back with the hope and sense of perfection.
Leonardo da Vinci was a relentless note taker. He literally left behind thousands and thousands of pages with his thoughts, interpretations, suspicions, and beliefs about anything and everything.
If one is to thumb through his notes, they will consistently find the words “Dimmi” written over and over.
Dimmi is translated as ‘tell me’ in Italian.
This has rattled me.
It appears that there were very few thoughts, moments, and wonders where da Vinci didn’t ask to be taught or offer himself as a student of what could be illuminated in the scene transpiring before him.
There’s so much this place wants to tell us.
Ask and you shall receive.
Ashton.Gustafson 