It was a good year.

It was a good year for music.

It was a good year for self-awareness.

It was a turning point for vitality. People helped. We helped people.

I lived and loved for others.

We made work.

Work made us. 

We laughed. A lot.

It was a good year working outside. It got hot.

We worked alongside a bee hive. Those bees got busy as it got warmer.

Nobody got stung in our world.

Good art is made out of salvation. If it gets harder we dig deeper. Because we have to.

There is no choice but to live. 

We give each other gifts every day.

There are other ways of doing things. There is always another way of looking at a situation.

Do not intoxicate yourself. You will only regret it.

Maybe you will find revelations but they are fleeting and will not last.

Real salvation comes from a place of sobriety.

But you can’t tell people what to do.

You can only find out for yourself.

The path is different for everyone. 

Real music is the sound of everyday life. If you can enjoy this then your made.

Any good music can take you out of yourself. It doesn’t matter what it is.

It’s about you as much as the sound.

Literature is something special.

It was a good year for reading and in turn learning.

Fiction is a search for truth.

The truth in fiction is what we learn about ourselves.

That is why our stories will never end.

Be humble and don’t make too much noise.

Even when they come for you.

Let them. What do they know?

Don’t fight just flow.

It’s over now.