I specialize in writing songs about existential crises.
I release my music under the name “Aristotle’s Hope.” I would characterize it as modern / progressive rock.
My dream is to turn it into a band with like-minded musicians and play these songs for you.
I don’t know why, but feeling understood is like fuel to me. If I know that someone understands how I feel, it somehow gives me energy to go on. I don’t know why that is. Knowing that my feelings are not mine alone is important, apparently. But it’s always hard …
The pain of conveying And not being received The distance that exists Between those who are supposed to be close All we need is a connection But yet the effort it takes to create That which we need We keep away To prevent awkward collisions Or we over sell …
I made friends with sorrowFor I feel what everyone is hidingThe world has an endless supplySo I had to make peace with it I have not made friends with angerFor I learned that it can hurtSo I forbade myself from feeling itAnd am now facing the consequence What value is …
In a true INFJ (Myers-Briggs personality type) fashion, I’ve been thinking about this. Why do I exist? I spent all my adult life trying to fix a problem: that my life would be a failure, if I didn’t work hard enough to fix it. Think about that for a moment. …
A couple of weeks back, I got sick for a few days, which was followed by a few days of depression. Apparently I was processing something, because when that lifted I felt different, changed. Before, I did many things out of fear. Posting on SNS was one example. I was …