As I was packing tonight I realized one of the many things that saved my life when I was 21 to 25 was my guitar. Before my life sort of exploded and went in a completely unexpected direction that I refused to actually live through, one of the few things that helped me find a way to stay alive was my guitar.
"Why is this?", You might ask. The best way to put this is that it became a device that I used to say the things I needed to to stay alive. And often I could play the songs I wrote to other like minded people and they would nod and cry or whatever. So, it was about my rage and my quest for spirit and for God. It was all these things an more. But, looking back now it was therapy without a shrink. God was my shrink and all I had to do was speak the truth. And speaking the truth even if it is only to yourself might just keep you alive.
You might not ever find a place in this world but you can make a place in the world by building it yourself. You cannot fit into spaces other people build, you have to build your own space and place by your own design. Otherwise, you will either be a victim or you will be psychologically destructing your whole life.
IF YOU CAN'T FIT INTO THE WORLD THEN YOU HAVE TO CREATE A WORLD YOU WANT TO LIVE IN
This is what my whole generation of the 1960s had to do. If we hadn't not only we would have had to kill ourselves the whole world would have nuked itself out of existence too. This is a given.
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