a day in the life of piano monkey

couple weeks ago, a very beautiful blue heron came with an enticing idea. she said, hey, little monkey, how would it be, to be free of the pez hat and cymbals, and to play what your heart wishes? the little monkey is a content animal.  there are, of course, days where she looks up into the vast sky and wonder, hmm, all these sound we make, where does it go in context of the beauty of the world? sometimes monkey changes her hats. she puts down her red pez hat for playing; what does she do? well, she sometimes dig ditches and works with big, strong machines, in dust storm.  sometimes she sits down in a little branch, with others who sings from a different world- monkey carefully transposes them, as you know, each note is important and each inflection can mean the world to speaker and the listener.  sometimes, she puts on a flap cap and just goes somewheres. anywhere. faraway. she likes cogwheels. little monkey plays music because it lets people to open up their hear...

at the present, it is a weird thing to acknowledge or casually discuss the mental health issue. bit like talking about cancer, it's always serious and heavy. but perhaps the truth for most people is bit closer to having a 'passing cold,' where one goes through a light phase of mental uncertainty, a bit of disturbance.  nothing dangerous, but uncomfortable and  may be painful. change in sleep pattern, eating pattern, manifestation of obsessions, irritation, these are all real symptoms of mental illness. however, this is different than to simply slap on an easy label: depression, obsessive-compulsive, borderline-personality disorder.  somehow, through shallow, wide, repeated exposure through the bombardment of the media, we so casually toss these nouns around.  but the truth is that 'feeling depressed' may not be the same thing as having a clinical depression. it's bit like everyone all the sudden claiming gluten sensitivity (HAHA); yes, celiac is real an...