simply put

"They are too used to you and nothing is new," he said to me across the room.

I found it to be bitter truth. Some sage told me that before and I had distanced myself and now I find I have broken the cynic's rule to this business.

I know there is so much to be colored and it's telling during dinner that the flight didn't quite take off as it should. Felt like, exactly like what he said, everyone just winged it just to get it over and done with. Injustice, he calls it.

Respect, I put it quite bluntly, is the essence that's missing to get this on the floor running. You know, it's really quite simple. Don't complicate things. Just pick it up and do some damage like it's meant to. Learn to respect the wall when you jump and you will know how to clear every one that comes your way. Something I learnt in my army days that left a wise mark till today.

For some unifying reason, it seems that nothing is sacred anymore. Boundaries become irrelevant and work ethic lines become blurred. I suppose I have too many years ahead to consider, ironically.

I love the swing of musicians in the house. Just plain passion over timber and electronics. And a deep respect for the gift that has been placed on our hands. And a burden that drives us to be human even in the midst of fawning fans and star struck faces. Let me never be sold out or disrespect the burdensome gift that is keeping me both alive and dying.

Let me never ever forget that.