Much thoughts these days.... sometimes its hard to believe that everything we see, hear, smell, recall, feel... are merely some synaptic pulses running through our heads. Been exchanging some really small conversations with a friend lately (past week actually) and been thinking about my own situation too. I told him to be true to his heart, and asked him 他心里面有多爱她 (translate: how much does he really love her deep down in his heart), only to realise I can't do the same for myself, and I am unable to answer my very own question.
I wish I could just indulge in my piano and forget all that I am supposed to ponder about. In fact, I'm beginning to understand why musicians always lead such tragic or sad lives and how they could possibly cough out such emotional music. I feel the need to play a lot a lot a lot of music.
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