Music Is Freedom
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He thought he was doing the right thing. It was all about the music, nothing else mattered. Nothing else should've mattered aside from the goal, the freedom that came with this job. This career. This dream of his.
But with the journey to fulfill dreams, things happen, sometimes people fuck up, sometimes friends get abandoned, and sometimes, it seems like you never make it.
He did though. He made it. He created everything that was his with his two hands and a set of strings that was attached to a piece of hard wood. This was his life now, and despite the people that fucked up, the friends that fell away, the unfortunate events, and the doubts all the way, he made it and he couldn't be any happier.
Music is a freedom, and with this desired freedom, happiness was a guarantee.
But with the journey to fulfill dreams, things happen, sometimes people fuck up, sometimes friends get abandoned, and sometimes, it seems like you never make it.
He did though. He made it. He created everything that was his with his two hands and a set of strings that was attached to a piece of hard wood. This was his life now, and despite the people that fucked up, the friends that fell away, the unfortunate events, and the doubts all the way, he made it and he couldn't be any happier.
Music is a freedom, and with this desired freedom, happiness was a guarantee.