Halloween morning. Rotting pumpkins. Burning leaves. Black cats mating like rats in the alley. It was as... It were as if we felt no fear. As if we were already dead... and had nothing to lose by dying. Or perhaps it was because we lived life so well... and loved life so much... that we imagined ourselves immortal... overwhelming the powers that be with the force of our passion for science. Or maybe we were just fucked in the head.
The best educators are the ones that inspire their students. That inspiration comes from a passion that teachers have for the subject they're teaching. Most commonly, that person spent their lives studying that subject, and they bring an infectious enthusiasm to the audience. I think many people have that enthusiasm, but they are prevented from being teachers because they didn't go through the teacher mill. Now you have teachers who have been through the teacher mill, yet they have no capacity to inspire anyone at all. It's the inspired student that continues to learn on their own. That's what separates the real achievers in the world from those who pedal along, finishing assignments.
My motivation is that inner driving force within me to share my music with the world. I want to get my music out there so I can inspire people just as I have been inspired through music. Music makes you feel; whether it’s happy, sad, or a million different emotions which come to mind, music can invoke those feelings. That’s inspiration to me.