An audience of one.

There are no solutions only hypothesis.
Life proceeds in an irregular way, we have our ups and downs our mood swings, one way or another, we are at the centre of our own confluence, streams of thought pulling and pushing us to and fro.
To be settled and secure we need answers but often at the root of our difficulty is the questions we ask of ourselves. The questions somehow get mixed up in what we see and perceive others have and we forget who "we" are and fail to identify 'our' specific needs.
Life is in many ways simple. First of all we can't live the life of others no matter how much we care for them, we can only live our own life which is defined by who we are, which again is defined by the passage we have travelled living our own set of experiences.
Listening to a description of the torment that Beethoven experienced as he became deaf and the fact that he was shut off and isolated with only his music, created in his mind without sound but with the knowledge that the quavers and semi quavers were a representation of the music, a written shorthand which others could reproduce.
His list of masterpieces, the Symphonies, the piano concertos, are a requiem to a life which had many ups and downs and whilst we, ordinary man and women, will leave nothing as magnificent as the Pastoral, we have our own journey which is just as significant, even to a smaller audience, sometimes an audience of only one !!