I landed back in Australia about a month ago and so grateful for the sanctuary of Wongaling Beach that I have been calling home for the past few years. The silence here is a complete contrast to the billow of noise that consumes you in the Philippines.
I not sure how I feel being home, I’ve completely thrown myself into starting a music career. I swing from excited to terrified to overwhelmed to anxious to ecstatic to nervous to excited. A roller coaster of sorts propelled by self-doubt and my now extended awareness of the imbalances of society’s wealth and resource distribution.
There is a part of me that has an overwhelming drive to play music on the stages of the world while another part of me questions the necessity or logic of such a wish when I could most probably experience (and give) the same or more joy playing music in the dirt in a third-world country. Or even in the gutter in my own.
Keep the faith and hold to my purpose.
In such times there are only a few things to do: love the people you meet, play music and eat chocolate.