The Airportline: Observations

I know you're expecting words here, in this space, in this blog. Me too, I expect that they should just come out and put them self in order, make sentences that makes sense to you. Sentences that you can bring with you when you leave your computer and go out in that other world. That is why you come here, maybe. That is why I come here. I come here to read my own words. Sometimes they frustrate me, sometimes they anger me, sometimes they are misspelled or grammatically wrong.

In my head there is no grammar that is wrong, there are no spelling mistakes. Where do they come from? In that space between my mind and my fingers, why do they appear? I do not know and maybe that is the conflict that everyone that writes anything always have to struggle with, the words in your mind versus the words that you write. It would be convenient if my fingers that hammer these keys were completely controlled by my mind, it would even be something I would expect. But that cannot be true cause sometimes things come across as so much better in my head than on paper, or on a computer screen. Something is lost and I do not know where it is going.

Todays story and music tip is Melody Gardot. She got run over by a car, was advised to use music as a way to get back, and is now a ridiculously successful jazz singer. Read this and listen to this and you will see the beauty of life.