Somehow, people get very nervous about leaving the comfortable life of rules behind and never take the chance to develop their own internal voice, to listen to their own consciousness.
I was working as a stockbroker in New York and had the seemingly perfect life.
People simply learn to process information to the point where it doesn't serve true creativity.
I had been the dutiful son and husband for so long, I had forgotten about living for myself.
I left an office at the top of the Pan Am Building, a nine-room apartment, and a farm in Vermont because I was aching inside. It took an analyst to tell me I could write a note of permission to become a musician and sign it.
