“I will participate in the game. It is a wonderful, wonderful opera — except that it hurts.” – Joseph Campbell
Life is an opera. This is post number 1,000 since I began this blog in August of 2013. Whether performing music or writing here, I am constantly aware of the absurdity in doing. When I get on a stage, whether it is real or in the mind through writing, I am constantly aware of the ridiculousness of the situation. Although I can’t say that it is a constant feeling, there is always a moment when things become surreal. Why is it that people like to drink and stare at other people bopping around making strange noises on instruments? Why does anyone want to hear some thought that I have at 1am on a Tuesday when there are so many other people out there with thoughts, many who are way smarter than I?
It is so easy to get lost down the rabbit hole of doubt. If you look at most situations, there is some absurd element in them. I think it is good to always keep those thoughts in one’s mind. If you don’t you run the risk of getting untethered from reality with an ever expanding ego.
But again, life is an opera. One can either choose to be a part of the game of life or to retreat from it. Both options have an element of the comic in them. There are an infinite number of ways one can participate in life. Whether you are teaching college students or cleaning streets you are doing something of value to other people. And if you do participate there is only one real reason to do so: “To help each other get through this thing, whatever it is”, as Kurt Vonnegut said.
For myself, music and writing have brought me great sanity and comfort. They are my passions, so I hope they bring something to someone somewhere down the line. I have spent an incredible amount of time with books and records. I hope to share a little bit of the things that have kept me going so that maybe others too might find some value in them and keep going as well. I have no idea if it is any more of an important thing to do than someone who keeps the streets clean, someone whose work is measurable in real quantitative means, but it is what I’m into. I’m just wired this way, an accident of birth and circumstance.
It is only through others that we have any idea of value. I know that other’s words and songs have kept me alive, those souls I will forever be indebted to. Those of you that keep coming back here, or show up at the shows I play, are the reason I keep doing this, that make me think that maybe all is not for naught. The great comedy of life keeps spinning. I’m forever grateful for getting to share little bits of it with you, for awhile anyway…