My God! The English language is a form of communication! Conversation isn't just crossfire where you shoot and get shot at! Where you've got to duck for your life and aim to kill! Words aren't only bombs and bullets -- no, they're little gifts, containing meanings!
My life is music. And in some vague, mysterious, and subconscious way, I have always been driven by a taut inner spring which has propelled me to almost compulsively reach for perfection in music, often--in fact, mostly--at the expense of everything else in my life.
My movie is born first in my head, dies on paper; is resuscitated by the living persons and real objects I use, which are killed on film but, placed in a certain order and projected on to a screen, come to life again like flowers in water.
Nature is a good teacher; he who can read the nature well, he can learn sagacious things belong to life from it. Once you stepped in the nature, your philosophical education starts. A black vulture teaches you many things; a bear teaches you many things; a bird making its nest and a rosehip which resists being frozen, they teach you many things!
Never be bothered that your life/journey on earth will end/cease someday. But, always be mindful that your life/journey on earth won't/can't start afresh. After all, anyone who is down already ought not to fear to fall down anymore. So, never fail to positively use up the time that you've got/been given by God. Because, whether you like it or not, your lifetime will surely elapse/expire/cease someday. Oh! Yes, and what I'm writing about is not a matter of choice.