When I was young, I was weird. Yes, it’s true. I KNOW it’s hard to believe, but it’s true. I can see your wheels turning, “Define weird?” Okay, maybe weird isn’t the right choice of words. I was my own person. I marched to the beat of my own drum. I liked cartoons (and Ninja Turtles) a little longer than I should have. I often found myself wanting to be a part of the “IN” crowd. Somewhere along the way, I became “cool”. I found a social identity and I began to branch out and connect with more and more people. I realized at one point in my life (somewhere between high school and college) I found myself focusing more on girls, clothes, and fitting in than on school work, reading, and research. I thought I had found myself, but it wasn’t the self I was truly looking for. I had found the self that everyone else wanted to know. I had lost my personal rhythm. I could no longer hear my own personal music; I was listening to all the other stations that were being played. I have now regained the concept of “Marching to my own drum.”
“Those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind.” -Dr. Seuss
Musicians (and others in the field of music) have a way of creating/producing their own sound. They follow their own rhythm. It’s in their soul. It feels natural, because it is. When I’m driving in my car I nod my head and tap my thumb against the steering wheel and the music isn’t even on. That’s how natural it should be to follow your dreams. Make music in your heart and follow that rhythm to success.