Healing

March 1, 2016

I am stubborn. Incredibly, irrefutably, unshakeably stubborn. This certainly has its disadvantages: my family and I engage in frequent fruitless arguments over mundane topics. Sometimes we even argue about whether we’re arguing. A schism has arisen between myself and my family, leaving a tattered web of relationships that I have always been driven to repair. But despite my efforts, nothing I’ve tried has improved anything.

This conflict has been a source of great distress for me. It has also been one of my strongest motivators and influential teachers.

Because I have been trying to heal my family since before I can remember, I decided to be a healer. At first, I was unsure how that mission would manifest itself. Would I become a doctor? A priest? Would I help rehabilitate animals?

No. I needed to become a musician. A passion for music burned in my blood like a drug, an addiction for which withdrawal would be lethal. In the same way that music had been my salvation in the darkest moments of my life, I needed to rescue others from their despair.

There are many broken people in the world. Trying to heal to everyone is an impossible task, but if I can benefit just one more life, it will bring meaning to my own.

 

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