It's not like that at all I guess. It's more along the lines of my arm or leg just ended up running away from my body. Although you can function and do the normal tasks that you do on a day-to-day basis, you can't do them as effective or as well as you did before. The only trick to this scenario is that in my case, i'm fully aware that my arm or leg will come back to me and attach itself to my body.
Even with all of that though, I still have to live with the fact that I don't know WHEN my missing limb will return back to my well functioning body. In the meantime, just like people who have lost limbs, I will learn how to cope without it within time, and when it returns to me, I'll have an improved body.
Sorry for the analogy. But this has happened several times in the past in cases that I've run across. Specifically the departure of Tomas Olano. In this situation The Eastern Sea suffered for a while as they tried to attach temporary parts to their already functioning body of music. although Tomas wasn't the MAIN guy in the band, he contributed a large portion to the music, feel, and overall central scope on where they should go. It is very apparent that his role was irreplaceable, not as a bassist, but as a member of the creative union. After returning, the eastern sea had maintained a working and (excuse the bias) perhaps best live set up it's had ever. Once Tomas reunited, the band appeared to be an improved body of music. Tomas= limb, Eastern Sea=body.
Now why the hell am I talking about this?
Well if you're reading this because you know me, then you should feel ashamed for asking me that. If you're a rando who found my blog, then I'll be happy to fill you in:
I have a best friend. And by best friend, I mean there are few people in your life that you feel spiritually connected to. It makes me sad to think that there are still people that exist in my day-to-day interactions that may not know of whom i'm speaking. The person that I'm referring to, of course, is Ricky Jaen.
The old soul trapped in a child's body. Both the old man and the child never agree with each other, and so they end up discovering things to teach the two sides of his personality. As a result, he becomes frustrated, obsessed, and (quite literally) insane when trying to express his imagination through any physical, vocal, or mental outlet. Because of this battle of the two ages within his body, he forever tries to find a way to seek the complete inner tranquility that he has already far surpassed long ago. I don't think that any other being in this world has inspired me more than Ricky. Together we've created universes that would never exist, and (at times) possibly should never have existed. He is my best friend, and his journey is beyond what I can help him with now.
No. he's not dead.
He's moved to Spain. He'll stay there until it is time for him to leave. If you haven't ever met him, then I would make it a point at some time in your life to introduce yourself. Your life will be blessed, and he will be eternally grateful for coming into contact with another human being. He is my arm and my leg, he is my best friend and my greatest inspiration. I will see you soon, good friend, enjoy your travels and continue your magic.
-andy
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