Zeus' Wife

[The movie Juno has managed to inspire my bleak and desolate mind to write a run of the mill blog post about adolescence.]

We don't know where we are going and we don't know where we are from.
As soon as adolescence materializes, hormones surface and your mind brims with questions which are far less than tangible. You inevitably question the existence of God (iconoclasm is quickly, if not hastily, adopted) and incontrovertibly loose your faith in Humanity. The hypocrisy of life and the speciousness of morality hits you so hard that it send you reeling for seven years.
Ironically though, while you loose faith in all the institutions that require it, you also become an idealist. Sanguinely hoping that maybe through the grace of something you no longer believe in, your cynicism and skepticism will be shattered in the light of the marvelous wonder of altruism (or anything a notch below egocentrism).
Those years of stupendous contradictions have only one road to salvation, humour. It is the solitary thing that will keep you from being obliterated; loose it and you end up as just another platitudinous piece of text in black and white.

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Piano.

when i put my hands to the keys, all my anxieties are lost, all worries withdrawn. as the hammer hits the the tightly wound strings, my finger flow and my nerves loosen.
it has been a sole and solitary companion: often when i felt as though my nerves and stomach juices signed a pact ti make me feel as nauseated as humanly possible, the resonating sound created in the body of the instrument rid me of all self doubt. before and important examination, when every muscle body ran stiff and cold, i sat myself down in front of a classic and all melted away.
whether i am an extraordinary or simply mediocre pianist, matters not. for when the soothing echo of crochets and quavers, created on the treble and base clef, hit my ear drum: nothing but music can be heard; nothing but music can be felt.

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