We seek to be extraordinary to experience love - another's, our own. Being extraordinary does draw momentary attention but love, not so much. Love sprouts amid the ordinary, relatable, human, flawed, imperfections. We don't love what we can't relate to - in another, in ourself. May the depth of our vulnerabilities not be lost amid the height of our attainments.

Lies exist so Truth does not paralyze us. A lie is a gift, offered to us by Truth, out of great compassion.

Life is multi-dimensional and paradoxical; changing one aspect affects all others and overcoming one limitation still leave limitless others unattended. As we perfect the notes we play, let us be mindful of the silence in between. The silence that is ever-present, requires no improvement, and is the true source of beauty in our note playing. Grow, improve, progress, desire, but hold onto the Self that is every perfect, ever present, ever beautiful in another and in oneself.