"What is this, the '80s?!"

"What are you, chairman of the
'Let's Break It Down and Cram It Into Boxes' Committee?
I don't give a flying funk what decade it is,
I'm gonna wear whatever helps me to feel alive,
even if it's a little unconventional or perhaps dated."

i try to feel something, try to connect with people
i try to in the bed
on the streets
i try to feel at home
and on the phone
i watch sad and happy movies
nothing seems to click...
i feel nothing. nothing works, all i feel is loneliness

It's the very same as anything else!
If you want to get into playing Music,
Find what you cannot stop listening to
because it makes you feel alive
and captivates your soul,
then emulate that.
Deconstruct that.
Reconstruct that.
Abstract from it a little.
Abstract from that yet further.
Learn to talk about what makes it sound that way.
Then, let's talk about what you like to play and why.
It has to begin within.
You must treat it like a plant if you want it to blossom.
If you want to do it, you won't be able to stop yourself.
You've gotta let it flow through you.
It's got to originate within you.

Practice is time invested.
Invest it wisely.

Be not
so very quick to judge Others,
for they suffer and struggle as you do.
Perhaps even more.

They may cope differently
than you are conditioned to,
by both yourself and others,
but empathize with them anyway.

Improvement. Progress
is what is important,
not how One goes about it
or which direction is "forward."

The array of ways
that make up your brand of 'Cope'
are not absolute truth-
they're a relative possibility;
******* act like it.

Yes,
they may inflict their own suffering
or undermine their own struggle,
but so do you. So do I.
That's part of what's called "being Human."
Get over it.
Don't make it worse than it already has to be.
That's called EVIL.
Evil is not how they COPE.
Evil
is undermining Others' coping with
their suffering and struggle.

COPE is SALVATION of the Mind;
that isn't to say it's always healthy:
I can think of at least a few Saviors
who died as a result of trying to cope,
but if Death scares you so much as to accept living miserably,
you deserve every ounce of discomfort that you could have precluded by finding a viable and sustainable coping mechanism that works for you, because it was developed by you, and only designed for you.

The responsibility is yours.
If you loathe responsibility,
fathom the irk of those who try to cope
with your infantile avoidance of it.

Many are called to it-
a craft, an art, a way of life,
but very few are chosen by it.
Should ye prove thyself worthy,
it will take you into consideration:
it's called a discipline for a reason.
Get to know it.
Suffer for it.
Impress it.

Loyal disciples tend to gain blessings.