Just
with that very little, very simple, of what I can do, find, accomplish,
achieve - though so far from accepted, general standards – am I
grateful, makes me happy. When I’m lucky to write a good thought, lucky
to make me my own beautiful chord progressions and melodic lines, lucky
to have a good performance of my choir, make a beautiful recording,
photo, enjoy riding just on my bike to a village, ... when I’m freed
from hurting legs and dizziness.
That would like
giving me a precious present. I’ve got such a lot now, now in old age as
I can better judge beauty, besides, I’ve got courage, - no fear anymore
-, the courage to be myself. What a joy.
August 2014
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