My teacher, billy, adressed me this morning while I was playing guitar with paul, my old friends. he smiled sweetly and said : you do what nobbody does!. well, I thought that its tail must be cut to stop saying like that to me. Teacher for me is not a teacher but father. a father must say everything nice to hear and to make ones smile till going to bed without argueing. this fact should not be declared into my life. he said that world of human get crawled. nobody trusts each other. teacher is like a child. he or she needs a meal to survive and beg to the schoolmaster like a beggar. what a shame!
Knowledge and science is expensive. this must be paid by heartily heart. it will be no use when both of them are being sold cheaply.
That's way ... I got hush attitude to whatever he said to me. I'm playing guitar to be a group band I built three years ago. it was a great creativity. why must be left behind?. why should be! don't let me say to my self that I lost my way! that's not fair! that's not fair. think it back or never.
