Everyone has times when they break down, and everyone needs a rock. My rock was music. When my parents and my so-called friends had failed me, music was all I had left, so I immersed myself so completely in it that I no longer needed anyone else.
People and their reactions seemed so surreal to me, and I was already done with planning my life. I walked on whichever road life led me to, and picked the choice music told me to. It was easy and painless, to trust no one. Simple. I followed no trail, but carved one for myself. I lived to no one's expectations, not even my own. I never trusted anything but music. The past was already a distant blurred memory, like watching a very tragic movie acted out by unskilled actors. The pain wasn't there.
The future was an uncertainty, never a fixed picture. All I had was now. This moment. And I would live it like I wanted to. This was utter freedom. I was free as the birds soaring into the horizon, without a home, without a destination, and no certainty of a tomorrow.
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Learn to Fly
Teen FictionThere are many ways to live, and Joan Halen has chosen the easiest: forget about the past, don't think about the future, and trust no one. Music being the only thing she cares about, her life revolves around the moments she gets to play the drums, o...
