[Written: 2025-01-21]

Sometimes my life feels like violin bow strings that have been selected and strung by the hand of another. Don’t get me wrong, I love the resonance and sound that it makes when pulled against the world of the violin, and the harmony these make in the ears and orchestra halls of my own personal world. I kind of just guiltily wish, that I could say I chose my own strings, and I played my song because I wanted to. But, that’s probably my bi polar brain throttling a bit high again.