If it isn’t obvious already, I really love music. It’s one of the few things in life that makes sense to me mentally, physically, emotionally, and spiritually. I am perpetually listening to or humming some sort of tune.
There are very few things that I enjoy watching on TV that can actually keep my attention longer than a 30 minute time slot. I tend to zone out after maybe minute 40 or so if it isn’t a super interesting show or event.
So let me preface this whole thing with a disclaimer. What I’m about to say may not be a popular opinion. No I’m not going to talk about a social or political issue, or even a theological issue.
Life’s tough. Like really tough. The kind of tough that would be equivalent to thick, nasty callouses on a construction worker’s hands. And it keeps on getting tougher the longer we live.
Usually we start a project, relationships, and even stories with the end in mind. It’s not because we just want the end result; it’s because we want to make sure that whatever we’re working on is properly created and sturdy against the tests of time and scrutiny.