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Cognitive Dissonance

Haikute

I dislike monotony. I detest routine. I dejected the rules of society and live by the code of the crazy outsider, the night owl that wakes up early and bangs on the drum to compose the rhythm of the day, dancing in the woods. 
When two roads diverge in a wood, I dance down the road less travelled. It is the only thing that has made a difference.
Music is not a melody or a beat. Compositions…songs…tracks…are finite moments. You may visit them from time to time, but there is only so much you are capable of understanding. You will never be able to replicate the past, and you never should, for the past is there so that we may learn and strive forward to the next movement.
Music is an idea, and the value of music is infinite. Still it is a paradox. Why does the individual listen to one song in the shower but avoid the last song on the album in order to avoid crying, while another individual listens to entirely different melodies and prefers singing in the shower than in front of a crowd?
I am the music composer that buys a ticket to Coachella without even looking at the lineup. Improvisation is the creative expression of time passing. That one performance of that one song is nothing scarce of the beauty of probability. All music should be regarded as such, for in the patterns of music are the keys of learning.
I am the artist that believes in utilizing the resources in my vicinity as a variable in my creative expression. Material items are individual, unique, and needn’t be mass-produced. 
I am the writer that spends four recurring sleepless nights spilling twisted words into an expression of love for my foe and his friends. 
I am the expressionist that is an advocate of truth and honesty in a world that is terrible, where the only thing to do is stir things up, and laugh at the chaos.
I am not a constant, I am a variable, and I am here to change things. 

Gypsyfishes