I have no passion to play anymore. Just feels like it’s time to move on
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Well, you want the kid gloves sweet talk, beat ya over the head with insults drill Sargent route, or the Braveheart motivational song and dance?I have no passion to play anymore. Just feels like it’s time to move on
I have no passion to play anymore. Just feels like it’s time to move on
i'm not sure i can agree with this (e.g., i ARE a musician!)None of the things that we DO should be who we ARE.
If you have no passion for a thing you once loved to do, you might be depressed. I know nobody wants to talk about that in this day and age and certainly not in public but it's something to consider (or not).I have no passion to play anymore. Just feels like it’s time to move on
Have you lost the passion to play gigs, or have you lost the passion to play altogether?I have no passion to play anymore. Just feels like it’s time to move on
When you are either too excited or completely down, just... DO NOT DO ANYTHING! You'll regret, for sure. It is mathematic. Life goes on in waves. But you know that, uh? Forget the instruments, the music. Go for a walk, for a beer, for some good old jokes with a few, trusty friends. Or just talk with somebody about when you were young and full of faith in the future. Them, look at yourself from a distance and smile of what happens to you and to all of us. But most important: DON'T BE TOO HARD TO YOURSELF. You don't deserve it. Peace.I have no passion to play anymore. Just feels like it’s time to move on
I have no passion to play anymore. Just feels like it’s time to move on
I can't give pep talks, they probably wouldn't work on me so I don't know how. I can say what happened to me once though.. I smashed a bass, my first one. It was well worn, but this shouldn't have happened. It was an acute depression. I thought I didn't care anymore, but I cared too much, and I didn't know that for some time afterwards. I just thought I had no motivation to keep going, let alone get better at it. I put the case, some strings, anything else to do with it, outside on the street, and it was gone within an hour. I did not regret, it just was what it was. I found a folorn plastic knob under the bed at a later time, and that was funny, it broke the spell. The knowledge of what I'd done didn't hurt anymore.I have no passion to play anymore. Just feels like it’s time to move on