Full Circle

Full Circle, back on track to the purpose of life I set out to live. I defined my main passion in life as music a while ago, started taking it seriously only a few years ago, and now, the path is shaping itself even more, as I keep carving out pieces of my life, trying to see what feels right, what leads to something beautiful. Things I’ve known for a while now, but needed to remind myself of — playing live, connecting with people, spreading happiness, BEING happy. It’s so easy to get caught up with the idea of success, that you forget what you’re doing, or why you’re doing it in the first place. I can’t tell you why it’s my life’s purpose to create music, other than it’s something I feel strongly in my heart and my body. Making music wakes me up, it connects me to people, it make me happy. And I can see clearer now, that live music is never going to die. Real human connection is never going to die, it’s always going to be sought after. We live for human connection, even in this digital age. The meaning of music expands when shared with other people. There are few truths in this world that I believe in, and one of them is that I was born to perform.

I know that this road will be a long one, and I don’t know where exactly I will ‘end up’, but every step of the way, every path that I cross, will push me forward.



I wish there was time. Time to develop a thought. Time to not worry about things 1, 2, 500000 steps ahead.

I wish for that thought to float above my head for hours, twisting and turning and forming into a beautiful stream of ideas and possibilities. And then..

I get distracted. Wondering if someone will write to me, if I have something else I need to do I have forgotten about. Will I ever kick tis addiction and learn to focus?

I must, or else I will disappear into the sky when I am gone, never to be mentioned again.

No one can comprehend what goes on under the sun.

Reading Ecclesiastes for the fifth time, and every time I read this, it’s as if I’ve forgotten about the last time I read it. I mean, how could it be SO easy to slip back into a┬ánihilistic mindset? How can I so quickly lose passion in all I do?

Perhaps it’s just a wave, like everything — some light days, some dark days. And it’s tough, because I expect every day to be light, love, filled with music and joy.

Maybe we were created so — at certain ages we view the world in such ways. Can you control this? Can you just make yourself love the days?

I struggle to comprehend this world, and I never will understand it, like you, like them. But, what is it that sucks out all the meaning from the things I love — music, food, people.. Is it time itself, or just a chemical in my brain?

Where does compassion come from, where does love come from.

I don’t know if those are the right questions.


“Worship the morning,” I tell myself.

Morning brings breath to the soul, electricity to the body.

There are no moments slower yet more fleeting than the morning.

And yet, I miss it almost every day. Almost every day I sleep in.

And night gets all the attention.. The easy time of day.

Morning is pure, a struggle to appreciate.

One day I will love you like I’m meant to.

I just don’t know.

I really don’t understand anything. And I really don’t like that. I don’t understand the meaning of life, I don’t understand the changing of my emotions, the seasons as they change, what love is, what is healthy for my body and soul, what the point of anything is at all.

I wonder what stage in life this is — I could imagine some emo 16 year olds having the same thoughts I am having now, but it really is just frustrating. I am almost so willingly clueless, and sure that I don’t understand it, that perhaps, I actually do understand it.

My head goes in circles.

The only moments that exist for me are those elated moments of making music.

I don’t know who I am or what I’m meant to be.

It’s always changing, what I find satisfying, meaningful — my dreams.. I wish I could enjoy the ride a little more.

Hola World.

My name is Arik, and if you’re reading this, you probably already know that. I am (at the moment) 23 years old, live in Leipzig, Germany, married, a musician in a rock and roll band called ELECTRIC TURTLES, and a singer songwriter. I’m learning some things along this road called life, suffering in the mundane act of simply existing, waiting to reach the end of my life. Maybe that sounds a bit too sad for you, and I’m sorry — most people know me as the smiley red haired boy, singing with his acoustic guitar, making people happy. Yes, that is a part of me, but only a part — alone, I bask in the grey clouds that sing a melancholy tune, never satisfied with the present, but always dwelling on the past, and the future to come.

It’s my hope that on my blog, I can share with you all the different shades of Arik, possibly give you insights to my little discoveries, as simple as they may be, and let you into my world. I’m not sure how I will be remembered, I’m not even sure if it’s important to me anymore if I will be remembered, but, I might as well tackle this bull while I can still grow a nice beard, before my time runs out.