I’m surfing the music that parts its way from the most conventional tempo, motion, rhythm; every piece of it except the form of music itself. Everyday we’re moving another millimeter closer to death and scariest of all, life. We’re losing another day to death and gaining life through substantially trifling experiences. A simultaneous journey towards the dawn of death and life, too. Isn’t that comforting? Little petty insignificances make up for a conspicuous and significant life. Dreams and point-blank wishes that were scattered in the mud of heart rise up from the edge while goals and resolutions make way for the humblest of all inconsequential elements. Being established becomes far inferior to the wind that caresses my face with its whispered lullaby. Lousy get-togethers fall short in collision with my lifelong desire to dance in his essence. I’m not exactly crazy about being recognized. No recognition can be greater than being recognized in your own world of yellow pages. Life is about skipping a step forward and landing on the next. It’s about holding your ground even if the earth shakes like nothing before. It’s that insignificant music that signifies the truth behind your existence. Take up the insignificant entities and make them significant to your insignificant selves.