Music From Me To You part 228 - curated by Austin Hunkins

It's no 9-5 job. It's not even a fuckin job. No one asked you to do it. Your choice.

You the boss and you the slave. It's mostly just pain. A struggle that makes you feel alive. You can show up whenever but can only leave until your brain and body stops functioning. Sometimes you get stuck in the studio for a week. And that pisses your wifey and it makes you wanna not go home. You're f****d both ways.

You gotta keep on working even with no single idea or inspiration at all. They don't come to you like an email while you're taking a shit.

But those wasted times and useless works from excruciating painful days never goes to waste. It all somehow connects someday, some years later. So like it or not you gotta always keep on pushing your boundaries and limits with no judgements on what you're cluelessly f****n doing at that moment.

And one day, outta f****n nowhere, a muse visits you and whispers into your ear with an idea that blows your shit outta your constipated ass. You keep on pushing and pushing and pushing coz you live for that ecstatic moment. It's like being a heroin addict. But you're mostly in withdrawal. So you crave for more.

You don't even know if you got the talent or not. You don't even know if your effort ever pays off. But it that effort don't feel like an effort to you at all, then you can keep on going.

You can call it a quit anytime. Who the fuck cares anyway.

Your choice. It's called freedom.

Aren't we all slaves to the system?

You gotta fight for your right to party.