When you lose someone you love, it’s tough to find the beauty in things. Even though there are so many amazing things around me, I started searching for purpose instead of just enjoying what is. I know this may sound cheesy, but sometimes when you talk from the heart, the cheese factor is at an all time high. There are certain songs, certain artists, that remind me of what life is. For me, it’s the Bjorks, Sigur Ros’s, TV on the Radio’s of the world. Even if the song has nothing to do with my current situation, I can feel that they are trying to say something that comes from deep within a person. It’s reminds me of those old soul songs, where people are singing about what it feels like to be in love or what it feels like to have a broken heart. Anyway, there’s a moment in a song, when I recognize what is going on around me. I can be sitting at an airport, watching the rain run down the window. Or at a restaurant, watching an infant see things for the very first time. It’s the curiousity and amazement on their face that I wish I had. So when this amazing song starts playing, I don’t know why, but I can feel the tears hanging on the edige of my eyelids. I’m not sad, I’m not angry, and life in general is going pretty good. It’s relieving, inspiring and draining all at the same time. And then as quickly as it starts, it’s over. But there’s still a feeling of importance, this aura. And that shit is orange. Most people view it as a passing moment that is unsustainable. Not me, not anymore and not ever again. I believe their is value in at least trying to bottle up all of these fleeting moments and making them constant. An everyday thing. In the end, I just want to be able to create something that makes at least one person cry.

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“It used to be shitting in my pants, but I’ve overcome that fear because I do it all the time now. I’m over it.”

- David Choe