Dear Los Angeles,
Dreamers believe in you and the defeated blame you.
With you, I've lived the best days of my life and survived the lowest lows.
You've introduced me to some of my best friends and taken me on adventures my younger self only saw in movies.
You're full of people creating things, people working to create things or people creating excuses about why they can't create anything but excuses.
I have been all of these people.
Everyone from strangers to loved ones remind me constantly that I'm not getting any younger and they don't understand why I can't do what I'm doing somewhere else.
There were times I had those doubts as well, but then you do something to remind me why I'm here and, like trying to describe the Grand Canyon or the pyramids to anyone who hasn't been there themselves, it's just indescribable.
Some people just see a machine that needs to be fed - a cold algorithm that decides who fails and who succeeds.
They slowly kill themselves to use the right words, chase the latest trends and sacrifice the very dreams they came here to pursue - all at the altar of a mechanism that was meant to be a tool and not a god.
Today, in this moment of clarity, I am reminding myself of that truth.
I've been on fire and I've been burnt out.
I've been inspired by my heroes and I've been jealous in the vicinity of fame that I don't understand.
I've been misunderstood when I speak but the songs I write find more truth with every listener.
I'm tired of complaining about things I think I should have.
I'm tired of defending my ego.
I'm tired of being defeated by battles I created with myself.
It's easy to blame you, make you the villain instead of becoming my own hero.
My legacy isn't a finish line, it's the sum of what I build each day big or small.
Dear LA,
I won't forget why I'm here.



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