Every time I start to doubt, and feel as if everything I do will never accomplish anything, I comfort myself with one single word. Reach.



I love making Youtube videos. It’s a great medium to share my music and my thoughts in an environment where I wont get told off for talking too much. And people watch them, not many, but some. I like that, I’d like to make that grow. I feel as  though if somehow I’m able to build a following on Youtube, find enough people that like me, then I can accomplish anything, make the music I like, write whatever I feel like and not have to work a job that makes my brain drip out through my ears and spill onto the floor. However, whenever I articulate this particular goal, the person I’m speaking with will always, without fail, take it on themselves to explain to me just why that dream is so impossible… but isn’t that what dreams are for? To strive and cry and strain and breathe and bleed and fail but keep going anyway just to maintain the opportunity to make the impossible possible? But I’d be lying if I said it didn’t get to me… which is when I tell myself that one thing. REACH!


There are over 6 billion people in this world, and if only 1% of them liked my music then that’s 60 million people! It’s a fan base too large to even fathom. Thinking about it reasonably, if I one day managed 5000 subscribers, people who like my music, watch my videos, and look forward to the things that I made, then I would be perfectly content. That’s less than 0.0001% of the population. But that’s irrelevant, because my music wont ever reach the whole population for them to hear it, but just how far can I reach?


Well let’s say through my Facebook posts my videos reach 1000 people, applying my own equation I’ve now gained 10 fans. Maybe through Twitter I reach another 1000 and possibly 5000 through my Soundcloud, this now leaves me with 70 fans. If I can manage to keep expanding my reach, surely my following will continue to grow. This is what I hold onto, this is what fuels my determination. We’re lucky enough to be living in a world driven by technology and social networking, and I plan to take full advantage. I don’t really have talent, I don’t mind admitting that, but I built something that was mine and it’s exhilarating so if it’s not enough then I will bridge that gap with sheer perseverance.


I encourage you to do to do the same. Because everyone has a dream, right?


What is there to say, really?



Do you ever feel like you’re just waiting for your life to start? When we’re little we always have such strong notions of what we want to be when we grow up, but now that we’re there… now what? This is what I’ve been thinking about lately, because the younger me that made the plans and had the goals, well they just don’t exist anymore, and all the things I’d thought I’d accomplish just don’t seem all that enjoyable anymore.


I do think it’s ok to still want  unrealistic things. I know alot of people don’t agree with me there, especially my friends and family who look at the me that spends days working on a new song, and worries I’m wasting my life… but aren’t I allowed to? As children we’re encouraged to want to be astronauts and pilots and marry a prince, but if we carry the same dreams and desires as we grow, plans that used to be greeted with smiles somehow transforms into “Isn’t it about time you grew up?”.


But why should I? If the fantasy is inevitably better than the reality, isn’t it more fulfilling to choose the former? Isn’t my quality of like only defined by MY own perception and mine alone?


Honestly, I really don’t know anymore.


But for now, I’m just going to keep doing what makes me smile.