There’s so little that I want to do in this life, other than what I do.
If I didn’t have singing and songwriting, I’d probably never leave my town. I’m creatively restless but I’m content in every other regard.
I would still have had a little following, still had faith … and hope, and love (and my share of scars). I would still have trusted my unknown future to God.
I would have surfed more, maybe.
I would have lived quietly … much like me, with less deep contentment.
Maybe it’s possible to live without making up songs. But to die without it … how painful I would find it.