Music is subjective, transformative, delusional, and hectic. It swings like a pendilum, you're wise to swing with it. Just once in your life attend a festival, walk the grass, search for shade, chug water, and hardly eat. Shop the wares of gypsies, meet somewhere in the middle. Bring nothing with you, leave with everything you've ever needed. Push your self to find that one harmony, whatever it is that makes you feel whole. Never close your eyes, don't miss a thing. The hippie people, the faries, the hats and the sunglasses, the colors and the mutted scribbed t-shirts. We're all looking for something, find it in the crowd of flapping flags. Make an effort to become a pro at getting lost, never knowing the next step, follow the crowd, or plan every moment, it's all the same once you enter the gate.
Lesson # 18: Learn to listen.
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