I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I intended to be.
The thing that got me over the hump was accepting that I had to do whatever I could to stay in the game.
Words are the children of reason and, therefore, can't explain it. They really can't translate feeling because they're not part of it. That's why it bugs me when people try to analyze jazz as an intellectual theorem. It's not. It's feeling.