I was told when I was young, that I wasn’t allowed to play with the piano.
When I did I was told I played it wrong.

When I was inspired they explained it wouldn’t last, and I was told to lay down my aspirations. When I refused I was met with hate.
I was met with hate, for wanting to experience my own path.
I am met with hate, for experiencing my own path.

I became something I wanted to be, instead of something they thought I had to be. I was told my whole life that my passions were meaningless, my inspirations incorrect and for the wrong things; that my existence was worthless and without real meaning unless decided by an official board of qualified individuals, or a God.

They’ve told you the same things; you’re just one person, what significance could you possibly have?
Why should it matter how many I am.
The worst they can do is throw their opinions on you, the best they can do is provide a challenge to overcome.

You are here for the reason you decide you are, if you decide you’re here to work 9 to 5 in a mundane environment surrounded by bitter people; then that’s why you’re here.
It isn’t what they tell you, nothing is ever so plain and simple. Life, like time; is not a straight line, it’s only ever what you decide it is.

They still tell me I’m not allowed to play with the piano.
When I do, they continue to tell me I play it wrong.
I play anyway.

They can’t stand it and they leave, but the ones interested in why I play it so differently, the ones that enjoy how it sounds come, and through them I experience my life, my real purpose.
Through them I live, I love, and I find meaning in doing everything originally I was told I couldn’t do.

You are so important, so very important, weather you know it or not, we all need you more than anything.

I need you. You need you.